In a post on November 6th called “Sacramento Real Estate Market is Looking UP“, I told you about buying a house. After months of looking we found the ”just right for us” house in Sacramento and signed the deal. I thought everything would be smooth sailing after we were approved for the mortgage and signed 400 pages of documents promising to pay mortgage payments until we die. Actually that was only the beginning, and then we were faced with the challenge of transporting all our worldly possessions to our little piece of Sacramento Real Estate.
Since we spent most of our vast fortune purchasing this perfect house in Sacramento, we decided to save money and not go for the Moving Company with a fleet of trucks with their name on the side and drivers with uniforms. All that stuff must cost money, and why should we pay extra for a name and the promise of security, stability, and on-time delivery? All we really needed was a couple of strong guys and any kind of truck big enough to hold a couch, a dining room table, and a couple of beds, right? Wrong!
Here’s where the fun really begins. We looked on Craig’s List and found two guys and a truck. They were scheduled to come on Sunday afternoon. I figured everybody can go to church, eat lunch, or sleep in and then just get things loaded and done in a few hours. The weekend schedule was so that my husband would be around to help. Seems like everything’s in place, so what could go wrong. The two guys and a truck showed up on time and all was well. All the drawers were emptied, everything was in pieces, and the two strong guys were loading the truck. After about an hour and over half of our stuff was on the truck, the two strong guys started unloading the truck and bringing furniture back inside. I was almost speechless, but managed to say “wait a minute, aren’t you guys going the wrong way?” The lead guy just said I got a phone call and I have an emergency, we have to go. He didn’t say what kind of emergency, so I have no idea what the problem was that couldn’t wait until they unloaded the furniture at our new house. I might have felt more empathetic if he had told me some tragic story instead of just I have to go. I said “Will you be back?” His reply, “I don’t know.” I asked, “How about tomorrow?” His reply, “Maybe, I don’t know.” Then he and his partner jumped in the truck and zoomed away. My husband and I were standing outside the door looking at each other in disbelief as we watched the truck roll away and looked at our furniture in disarray. I’m not sure how to describe it except to say it seemed like the way you would feel if you got all dressed up and then your date for the prom didn’t show up.
It was a weird situation, but my husband saved the day. He looked on Craig’s List and found two more guys and a truck who agreed to come as soon as they finished the job they were doing. They came, loaded the furniture, went to the new house, unloaded and put everything in place. The nightmare had a happy ending, but when the first guys were unloading the furniture without delivering it I kept thinking this is not really happening, it’s just a bad dream. The trouble with that thought is, when something is really a dream you don’t think it’s a dream. The moral of this story is, if you are going to go cheap be prepared for emergencies.

Moving Day