Moving Day

We got all our stuff! All 4,500 pounds of it, which, we are told, is less than the average American family. The truck showed up at nearly 1 p.m. The crew consisted of three guys: Andy (who spoke English and was presumably the crew boss), another German guy, and the driver. No one knew his name; they simply referred to him as "The Russian."

Upon their arrival, I break the news that we live on the top floor and there is no elevator. The Russian's task was to stay with the truck and open the six containers. The rest of the heaving and ho-ing was left for the two German guys. We quickly realize this is going to take some effort on our part if we wanted to have all our stuff up by the end of the day.

In between checking off box numbers and telling them where things go, Mr. Bloomsbury and I began carrying stuff up as well. It was intense 6+ hours of hard work. Eventually, the crew had reached their limits and Mr. Bloomsbury and I were the only ones left toting boxes up the stairs. By the end, we were all hot, sweaty, and exhausted.