My arms are sorer than they have been for a very long time.
Yesterday was the day we moved from our lovely motel to this even lovelier apartment.
It was also the day that everything in our storage had to be cleared out and moved to the apartment. My dad mentioned that we could have moving men help us for just $500. Having been cooped up in the motel for quite some time, I put in that we could just do it ourselves, save $500, and get some exercise. Because apparently I’m an idiot.
My dad rented a U-Haul truck while my mom and I moved everything out of the motel. We then took the 1-hour drive through weekend Nashua traffic to the storage, where the hard work began.
Everything was packed in tight so that there was no walking room. Chairs were piled on top of each other, legs tangling. Tables were dissembled into legs and tops, beds into drawers and boards. Mountains upon mountains of boxes.
And I thought this was going to be easy.
The carts were insanely hard to pull around, chairs were difficult to untangle, and the boards were much heavier than expected. It took us four hours in total, from 12 to 4 to get everything loaded into the truck. It took us about half an hour in the end just to try and pack everything in. Those entire four hours we blocked the path of several groups of people trying to access their stored goods.
That night we ate well. Three orders of double-meat chicken teriyaki at Sarku. What we didn’t finish we would bring home for a midnight snack.
The second half of moving was even worse. At the storage unit we had an elevator. Here, we had to walk the sidewalk and climb three floors. It was grueling, grueling work. Each of the bed boards had to be carried one or two at a time. All the drawers had to be taken out of the dresser. My brother’s heavy Secrets of the Universe Binders had to be carried a few at a time. And those were just the small things.
I had to take off my glasses because the sweat was making them slip down my nose. I tied my hair up too—sweaty bangs matted to my forehead. I correctly assumed that I wouldn’t be meeting any eligible bachelor that night, although a large half-naked man did glance at me from the street.
Thank goodness we were able to pull the U-Haul ramp quite high so that we didn’t have to walk an extra set of stairs up to the sidewalk.
The furniture was the most problematic. For most part, we used U-Haul’s little stair-climber-carrier thing. We had to stop every flight of stairs to rest. The three-seat sofa in particular took about half an hour. Partly because it was heavy, partly because we were already exhausted, partly because it was too tall and always had to be tilted in order to avoid knocking the ceiling lights down.
Mattresses are particularly fun to carry. While my dad carried the front on his back, I placed the back-end on my head and ran with it. It was nice and squishy.
All in all, it took about six hours from 6 to 12. I was pretty worried about my parents too; they seemed really exhausted, much more so than I. That was the most exercise I’ve gotten in a really long time. An intense workout—legs, arms, back, abs, mind. Not sure if it was more or less tiring than Huangshan.
Showering that midnight was amazing, even without a shower curtain. Since we had no washcloths available, I thanked God that I’d chosen a body wash with exfoliating beads.
Until we move into our new house, that’ll be the last of the Shanghai to Nashua series. I’d say we’re pretty settled in now. Until August, I shall be enjoying the carpet, five rooms, and the lovely view of the parking lot. No sarcasm.