I’m NEVER Moving…Again
By John W. Vander Velden
Oh, I don’t know where I will spend all my remaining days. It seems unlikely that I will stay at this location forever. But the events of the past ten days have taught me an important lesson…I’m not moving.
Our son’s achievements resulted in his location to a new state. Beginning your career is a big deal and he was SO excited. We should have known the drill, we had moved him before, three times before. But things were a bit different this time. Distance for one thing and Nick, like all of us, had with the passing of time gathered “things”. There were his things and there were “our” things. So, it turned out for our good fortune that the things were divided so we needed to move less stuff each day. On a Thursday, we rented a U-Haul and Jackie and I rumbled down the two hours to campus and near day’s end rumbled back…and unloaded our furniture. My back will remind me for weeks that hauling a chest-of-drawers upstairs alone was a mistake. It was only thirteen steps for crying out loud. Once it would not have caused a sweat, well, maybe a sweat, but nothing more. But now…the task was pure insanity.
On Monday we started early, drove that two hours to “college” town and rented the truck there. Nick lived on the ground floor. I had forgotten just how big a plus that was. We had him loaded by noon. A quick lunch and Jackie and I were on the road.
A truck driver would have thought driving a 15 foot U-haul a piece of cake, but I’m not a truck driver. So interstates, bumper to bumper traffic at speed, and construction narrowed lanes made an interesting four and a half hours. It must have been crowding five when we entered a really nice quiet apartment complex and the _____ began.
Yes, I knew that the ground floor in West Lafayette simplified things, but…
Nick has a really nice apartment on the THIRD floor. Oh by the way, did I mention the six flights of stairs. I GUESS NOT! I had help…thank goodness. And Nick handled the heavy…downward ends…but I’m never doing that again…I MEAN NEVER!
It was after eight when I nearly passed out. Upper eighties and 114+% humidity, with a thunderstorm on its way. Maybe it was the heat, OK the heat didn’t help. Maybe it was not eating for nearly nine hours, likely, my sugars had to be in the basement. Maybe it was all of the above, but my world spun and things began to get dark.
Food! There are times when it is EXTREMELY necessary to take the time. Microwaves, and frozen stuff can be lifesavers…
We nearly beat the storm. I did say NEARLY. But we got the truck unloaded.
No matter how much stuff you have, you need something. A Target run provide a couple of vitals so Nick could make the night. Steak and Shake fed us…officially. It was well after 11:00 when the U-haul found its way to the hotel where Jackie and I would rest our weary, and in my case “OLD” bones.
But through it all I learned an important lesson. I’M NEVER MOVING AGAIN!
(544 Words) 5-25-2018