Now I know how Tom Petty felt when he wrote that song that goes ‘the waiting is the hardest part.’
Still waiting for our stuff to arrive from New York. It’s a long story, but basically our moving company, Ben Hur, decided to store our stuff in the Bronx rather than in the Los Angeles area. Apparently they don’t care about things like our Bill of Lading that states the destination as ‘Storage, Los Angeles, CA.’ So, when I called the day after we closed on our home, they said it would be a week or so before our stuff shipped. Well, it was 2 weeks before they bothered to get it onto a truck, 22 days and counting later, we are still without our belongings. This wouldn’t be quite so annoying were this not the 9th month spent living from our suitcases. Needless to say, we are SOOO anxious for the stuff to arrive. Everything is in place at the house - washer/dryer hookups were installed, garage door fixed, front yard dug up to fix a water leak issue, deck repaired, plumbing and vent issues fixed, gas run to the outdoor grill, satellite & DSL in place, house cleaned, yard trimmed back and weeded (mostly). I’ve been very busy. Now, if only we could finally, finally, finally get our stuff and actually move into the first place we’ve ever owned, everything would be right in this world. Well, I mean that in the micro i’m-only-really-talking-about-my-world sense. And also that doesn’t count finding a new job - I still have to do that.
Please, oh please Ben Hur, call me today to say you are delivering tomorrow. I am ready for this moving saga to end.