Move-in Day

Wednesday, 16 December

Our move-in day is a bit of a blur. Here are a few moments I remember.

We woke early, packed our last couple of possessions and waved a hasty good-bye to the shoebox apartment.

We drove out to the new house to leave Doug to meet the movers. As I drove back into Queenstown to drop the boys at school we passed the moving truck. The boys were thrilled. They spent the rest of the drive talking about all their stuff that would be waiting in their new rooms.

The dirt road up to the house was too narrow for the moving truck so the movers had to shuttle loads from the semi to the house in a smaller truck, which slowed down the unloading process.

The day was going okay until early afternoon when the supervisor of the moving crew mentioned that about a third of our stuff was still in Christchurch (a seven hour drive from our house). He suggested that sometime next week we would receive the rest of our stuff. After some discussion between Doug and the supervisor and a few phone calls, the supervisor headed back to Christchurch for the rest of our stuff. He plans to return tomorrow afternoon.

We seemed to have half of everything, like a mattress but not a bed frame, or half a bed frame. The good news was we were able to find blankets and sheets so we were all able curl up for the night.

When I picked up the boys from school I picked up Fergburgers and fries. We had the classic first night in a new home picnic on the floor among the boxes!

I am exhausted after a day of moving and I didn’t even do the heavy lifting. I truly don’t know how these guys on the crew move homes every day of the week. They have no need for Pilates or the gym on the way home from work.

Pictures of the move are boring. Instead, here’s a slideshow of our local harrier that silently patrols the hillside.