Moving is chaos. I'm trying to remember my moving tip from a few days ago: LAUGH.
The Sailor and I weren't laughing much over the past 48 hours.
We should have been in our apartment by now, and on our way to the nearest IKEA with an empty moving truck to pick up furniture. However, thanks to a Leasing Agent who lied, we are currently homeless.
OK, so we are not truly homeless, even though the Sailor's mom seems to think we are actually living on the street.
Thankfully, only our moving truck had to spend the night on the street. We have super hospitable friends in the area, and we have the means to stay in a hotel if necessary, until we can sort out alternative housing.
Relocating to a completely new city with our life packed into a 12' moving truck is stressful enough. Add on this housing debacle, and the frustration level skyrockets.
I know things will work out in the end. In the meantime though, I may not have the chance to blog much. And I hope the plants survive.