Okay, so I realize it’s been a little while since my first post. We’ve been living in California now for a little over two weeks – surprise! But, seriously… moving over here was one heck of a journey. We decided it would be a good idea to make our move across country as exhilarating and stressful as it could possibly be, so we did exactly that. We planned a vacation in the middle of our move.
The lease on our apartment in Florida ended a little over two weeks before we were moving to California, so we were going to be homeless for a while. We started planning everything well in advance, but finding a mover that seemed trustworthy, reliable and didn’t break the bank was more difficult than we had originally imagined. The first moving company that came by to do a quote sent a young woman and her four year old son. The woman did not speak and her child was literally attached to her leg the entire time I was showing her around the house. It was so weird. We eventually met a lovely man by the name of Larry who spent over two hours chatting with us about all of our options and making us feel comfortable – he also spent the last hour talking about his trip to London and showing us pictures of his favorite views of France, but that’s besides the point. Larry was the man. We hired the company to move all of our boxes out of our apartment and deliver them at the other end. We would do the packing. View Post