Perhaps the most unsettling detail is our direction from the moving company: don’t pack anything.
Seriously? Don’t pack anything?? Yep! The insurance ONLY covers our property if the moving company does the packing. What a blessing in disguise?! …but at the same time, it’s terrifying to wake up and look around at the APT knowing that we’re leaving for DC in eight hours.
The stress levels increased from there. The phone rings twice and I’m instantly connected to the Movers:
> Movers: “Hi, I’m sorry that we’re late. We’ve been stuck in traffic for the past 90 minutes. We’re going to miss our 9a arrival window.“
> David: “That’s OK. Thanks for notifying me. Where are you and when do you think you’ll arrive?”
> Movers: “We’ve been within 10 miles for a while. There must be an accident or something. We’re headed north into the city on 93. The exit looks so close from here. If traffic clears, we should be there in 15 minutes, say…9:30.”
> David: “Did you say 93 north into the city?”
> Movers: “Yeah.”
> David: “I have some bad news… You’ve never been to Boston before, have you?”
> Movers: “…No. I live in San Diego.”
Despite arriving hours late and cutting the crew (from five to three), the Movers hit a homerun. They
packed everything, loaded everything, and were gone in a couple of hours. Truly impressive. This is the only way to move.
I left the APT and headed for Avis with the wind in my sails. Expecting a Buick Enclave or a
Chevy Traverse, they handed me the keys to a Ford Explorer. Bad times: this cut our storage space by a significant amount which, in turn, cut into Jake’s space. Long story short, I headed back to home with the Ford hoping that we could exchange the Ford for the Buick or Chevy in Maryland.
Once we were all packed, we headed south for MD. We hit 30 minutes worth of stand-still traffic at the GW Bridge but otherwise made good time. Getting out of Boston and into MD at a reasonable hour was enough to make us happy. We were fortunate enough to exchange for a Buick Enclave on Sunday. All is well. We’ve named our chariot Bowey Buick. All of the pieces are in place. We’re ready to go!