One Week and Three Days later....

Fair warning: This is a little bit lengthy, be prepared

Brant and I have been moved in for a week and three days now, and boy are we glad to have ALL our stuff (junk and useless items included) in our new place. Moving day could have gone much better, but we're glad it happened and was not put off again. To start, I was disappointed I had to work that day, but I got off at four. I proceeded to head to our old place to change into appropriate moving clothes and join-up with Brant and my family, who were so gracious as to help us move stuff. I don't know how we woud have accomplished that day without them.

Anyway, so I change my clothes and call Brant only to find out there was a new lock on our storage unit door. Apparently, the bookkeeping division of our storage provider is AWFUL. In May, we were checking our bank account to see which checks had cleared and which had not. This was on May 13th, our rent was due the 7th. Normally it is taken out by then. So we call, the storage unit person tells us it probably got lost and to then cancel the lost check, and send a new one. We would not be charged the late fee - we also included a written note with the new check explaining the situation and who we spoke with. So we figure everything is hunky-dory only to find out the storage unit people think we have NOT paid and claim the check we sent won't let them use it - they really DID have the first "lost" check, and were too stupid to realize it, and THEN claiming they never received the other check. To add to our luck, the owner was on VACATION and they hired a TEMP to replace him. She had no idea how to run things, and we SHOWED her bank documents to prove we had sent the check and that our two days (june 8th and 9th) were to be prorated. She didn't believe us andtold us we had to pay her $70 to remove the lock. My parents AND Brant were all yelling at her that she was wrong, that it was the company's fault and error, and to remove the lock. My dad went so far as to call a lawyer about it.

This all happened while I was at work. my family had been sitting around for 2 and a half hours waiting for this dippy girl to show up. She kept saying "I'll be there n 20 minutes" and never show. She finally gets there and thats when the fighting began. Well, my parents paid the $70 because she was being so stupid, stubborn, and unreasonabl; Brant and I are penny-pinching right now, so we couldn't afford the money, otherwise we'd be delinquent on on of our bills. Brant has been calling every other day since to speak with the owner and chew him up for the distress and delay he caused us because he can't do his own book-keeping.

Next, it was raining all day and the day after, and the day after, etc, etc. It's been raining a LOT this year, more than normal. So we're moving everything in the rain, and getting somewhat wet. It made it difficult, but then again, the rain is a blessing.

So, here we are, still with several unpacked boxes. We've made three trips to D.I. and gotten rid of a lot, for a newly-wed couple. I still have many more boxes, like child-hood stuff and holiday decorations, but it's hard to let go when it reminds me of childhood memories. I'm very sentimental. Our married friends two doors down helped us dejunk, moreso the wife than the husband. She helped me get in a 'let go' mood and filled my car. It's looking more and more like a home, but it will take time to get it all the way we want it to be. Just another task on the to-do list.