Torn Muscles

So we have officially moved into our new place.  It took roughly 12 hours this past Monday December 28th, but it's finally over. As for the daunting task of unpacking and setting up our new pad, well it seems mild and painless compared to the grueling affair me, Sabrina, and - thankfully - Greg went through a couple of days ago.

First, U-HAUL (I'll never recommend them) completely F*&^%^' up our reservation.  They claimed to have sent us a last minute email on Sunday at 3pm notifying us of a transfer of pick-up locations.  Needless to say, we never received the email, so we ended up at the initial location at 10am only for there to be no moving van for us. From there, U-HAUL sent us across the city to a most inconvenient location. We managed to wrestle a discount from them, but they pretty much strong armed us as we had to move that day no matter what.  Two hour later and two hours late, we finally had our moving van and were ready to go.  We spent the next three hours shuffling up and down the stairs, loading our belongings into the van, and the next 3 hours unloading it.  Simply put: BRUTAL.

All I can say is that it never hurts to have some good friends with you in a move. If it weren't for Greg, me and Sabrina on our own might have run out of steam.

In any case, at least our new place has a nice deep bathtub for me to soak my torn muscles in...