Moving...

I'm sure your son appreciates it, too! My dad always helps us move. It's a hassle for him, I know it is (he lives an hour away), and the most recent move involved an hour and 15 minute south relocation. I feel bad asking him to help, but he never says no, either, and we try to at least provide dinner and some beer for him for afterwards. I always really appreciate his help.

I hate moving! It always seeem to take at least twice as many trips as you think and it never fails that it is either 100 degrees or raining!

I feel for you and the stairs. I decided after my last place never to do that again!

That's why I hired the job out for my upcoming move. 3 men froma ground floor home here to a third floor place in Rochester. I'm too old and broke down to even attempt to do it myself. It's only costing me $375 and is worth not killing myself. I packed...they cn move it.

Rob- those "three guys that move you" is a reat deal, too. We used them in our move 5 years ago and they made it painless. But my son was being cheap. It turned out to cost only 65 bucks for the truck and gas... and he got dad to buy the lunch. He's a pretty smart kid!

For years we moved around on the Government's dime and were really pampered. They packed hauled and unpacked the big stuff. Today I really missed those days. Doing it yourself really is tough.

My husband and I moved out to Colorado from NY for me to attend Graduate school. The ride out was interesting, I had a small 2 door dodge neon, my husband drove a 81(?) Dodge Prospector Truck and a friend helped with his small S-10! We were stuffed to the gills but couldn't afford to rent a moving truck!

The trip from Colorado to NY was much more interesting though... while in Colorado we seemed to aquire much more stuff, including some large furniture that was not going to fit anywhere but in a uhaul. So we managed to find a friend who could get us a good rate through Penske and off we set to loading up the truck and getting the car on the tow dolly (we weren't driving it if we didn't have to!).

The loading wasn't hard except that it was just me and my husband, and while I may be tough, I'm still a girl and things were heavy! (oh yeah, we also lived up 2 large flights of stars... )

Our first mishap came in Kansas in the middle of nowhere. I was driving and happened to look into my side mirror and see what looks like rubber flapping from one of the tires on the car dolly (We rented the one that has the entire car being carried). So we pull off the next exit only to find a flat tire. Luckily they have 24/7 roadside assistance that comes with their tucks, but being that it was the middle of nowhere we had to wait... and wait... watching the sun set on the flat plains they finally came and fixed the flat and we were on the way.

Everything went relatively smoothly until the last leg of the journey where we came into Pennsylvania... If anyone remembers the terrible flooding that happened in NY and Pennsylvania in late June of 2006, they will understand that having to drive in the area was difficult! We just wanted to get home and everyway we tried was blocked by water. All the roads were closed and everyone wanted to go the ways we wanted to go. We live North of Albany so we were trying to get from Binghampton to Albany but it was impossible to get there directly. So with car in tow we headed north... and north... and north... where we finally (After about a 7 hour detour) managed to get to an open road to get us east. It was in the middle of the Adirondack mountains, so was twisty and turny... but got us home eventuallly...

It sure was an adventure! Then we had to unpack and carry everything up a flight of stairs!

Have had several of the same experiences as you have. Never fails when me and hubby help somone move. Either they live on the third floor or they have enough furniture for three households, grrrrrr. But anyone that has asked our help does really really appreciate it so it's worth the time as they are truly grateful.:)

This last move that I did in June - first floor apartment to third floor with balcony - my son and a friend had to take the 7 foot long couch up the stairs. I was told never again. So when I just bought my new furniture I bought a smaller couch and friend took the old one. HA!

If you would have rented a bigger truck you would have only had to make one trip... thanks for sharing..

Ugh. Moving. I planted my tush in this house over 14 years ago and I ain't movin' again! Being an army brat I moved quite often...then as a *cough* free-spirited young adult I moved even more.

The one moving day I recall was on my 6th birthday. We had moved from Fairfax VA to Dale City VA. The parents remembered about 10:00 pm and I had a cake with no frosting and no ice cream...I was devastated then but smart enough to realize whining at that moment would so not be a good idea. Parents seem to get stressed when moving, hehe.

Matt, I hope your not doubly sore tomorrow. Soak in some warm water, baby yourself and just keep chanting "I love my children, I love my children, I love my children."

Oh, my daughter is getting married this month. She bought a house that was a mess. Not only did we have to move her, before hand, we had to pull carpet, lay hardwood floors, and paint, paint, paint. Princess did little of any of it, but we sure do love her anyway.

I remember each year my parents helping me move back to college. Dad HATED when I lived on a second or third floor and I would hear it about it for years after!

THanks for all the good advice. I've recovered nicely thank you!

BTW soon it will be time to move my daughter back to college. The only rule is that she can bring anything as long as it fits in my car... a little Scion xA. Last year was no problem. This year... we'll see.

Moving is the worst. I am sure he appreciated the help.

I remember moving to Texas years ago for what turned out to be an 11 year stay. It took us, my wife, brother in law and I, three days in the rain to pack the truck. My father in law drove it for us, having driven trucks in WWII. On the way, my mother in law had to lean out of the passenger window and toss her cookies to the wind because she left on the trip with a case of the flu. My wife and I spent the three days driving in seperate cars, caught in the midst of rain and winds that were the tail end of a hurricane blowing through the southeast United States. We got bogged down trying to get around Atlanta because they were in the midst of major reconstruction of their interstates around the city. Central Louisana off of Interstate 20 has to be the darkest place at night I have seen in a long while. Granted, it was a torential rain from the herricane, but there were not visible lights for miles and miles. We were disappointed when we got there and were able to unload all our efforts in a little over an hour.. LOL... But by that point, we were ready to be done, so it wasnt too bad after all.

Matt, you get 10 points for this! Moving is stressful at the best of times. About 100 hundred years ago when I was moving for the upteenth time, a friend opened up a bottle of wine during the move. It's been my ritual for every move since ;-)

I haven't helped my kids move yet...the Marines move my son for him. But, we'll be moving half way across the country next summer.

Our last move was in Dec 2005 when we drove cross country from California to Florida. It took us a month to get ready for the move with a garage sale on our front yard for like three weeks straight. It took us four days to pack up and pack the truck. We couldn't afford the original truck we reserved so we had to get a smaller one. As my husband packed the truck we had to get rid of what wouldn't fit or what could be replaced. Ha! One of our dogs ran away the day we decided to leave.
We had the truck with a pickup on trailer behind it and both packed as tightly as we could. I followed in my Dodge Avenger. I had our dog who apparently is now traumatized from this trip because she won't go into a car anymore and since the trip, when she did go in the car she would bite herself until she bled. I also had the bird behind me in the cage. Anything we would need such as food and drink was in the trunk. All clothes and other things we needed were packed in the pick up truck for easy access. My son was in the passenger side of the truck. Oh and my son got a sick stomach three days before we left that continued through the first few days of the trip. We finally stopped putting clothes on him and just put him on towel in his diaper with a blanket.
We found out about the Santa Ana winds for the first (and last) time when I was so tired and so afraid that we would be blown off the highway. We parked between two big rigs at a rest stop that night because I was so scared and got coffee first thing in the morning at the next exit. We couldn't afford to sleep in hotels every night so many nights were spent in truck stops. My son was so fascinated with the trucks that he would stay awake for hours upon hours ooohing and aahhing at all the big rigs. My husband tried everything to block him from seeing them but the kid would not go down to sleep at all!
I watched and prayed that my husband and son would not get blown off the road through the whole trip because of the way both the truck and trailer fishtailed. I think our max speed with the trailer was 45 and if you went too quickly it would fishtail all over the place. It took us a long 7 days to finally get back. Not something I ever want to do again! But we did make it back without any incidents and no deer running into our paths.


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it could me worse. the very day i moved in to this apartment two years ago my mother totaled my car just around the corner from here. she hit the back of the uhaul we rented. the truck was barely dented. they siad it would cost to much to fix the metal and hoses that got messed up. so after spending almosyt a month getting things straighted out and the money back, i got a new car with my new apaprtment. lets hope nothing like that happens this time. (three weeks to the move to my fiances house)