No Joy in Mudville

Well, as it turned out, we did have a bit of a rocky start to our move...

We did a good job of pre-packing my car and the truck the night before leaving Greensboro, so that we could be as ready as possible to leave the next morning. Thursday morning, around 11am, we said goodbye to the land of strip malls and began the final leg of our journey home. The drive home was uneventful, although trafficky, and we did get sprinkled on a few times. Neither one of us were worried about the few sprinkles of rain though, because My Favie had painstakingly (AKA it was a bitch) tied the tarp down over our stuff in the back of the pickup truck.

As we drove through spaghetti junction, the skies were mostly clear with just a few puffy clouds. We thought we were home free. However, sometime during the signing of our lease paperwork, the skies opened up and monsooned on our poor little truck. Before we could rush our boxes inside, just about every single one of them was completely saturated on the bottom. Some were even saturated on both the bottom and the top. About all we could do was unpack all the boxes as quickly as humanly possible before the exisiting water saturated through. (Most people know that I only move quickly when forced to... this was definitely one of those times!)

Wet boxes were not the only problem either. When we entered our apartment, it smelled like mildew, and the carpets were completely damp. Apparently the carpets had been shampooed, but had not dried properly afterwards. We immediately alerted the management of the problem, but since it was late in the day, the carpet guys would not be able to take care of it until the next morning.

Soooo, we couldn't put anything on the carpet because it needed to dry out some more overnight. Plus, we had unpacked all of the boxes so hastily, that we had junk strewn everywhere. There was no order or organization to it whatsoever. (No good for a bean!)

Exhausted and frustrated, we hung up the wet stuff on every towel bar/shower bar/clothes rack we could find, turned on every fan in the apartment, and turned the thermostat down to 65. That was about the best we could do at that point, since it was after dinnertime, and we were both tired, wet, hungry, and not to mention stinky!

We left our supposed new home that night with little optimism about the whole situation. The one good part was the dry, comfy bed offered to us by two of our best peeps: Beer Pong and Georgia Girl. (P.S. We still can't thank you guys enough!)

to be continued...