divine angst

My dad is our family’s resident moving expert. Not so much because he has moved a lot but rather because he worked for a moving company while he was in college. This means that he knows a fair amount about how to best load a moving truck, how much truck a given house will need (though he’s underestimated this at least once that I can recall), and, most importantly, how to drive a behemoth of a moving truck.

So he’s volunteered (though I would have asked him if he hadn’t) to help Mr. Angst and I move to Our New City at the end of the summer. He’ll help us load the truck, he’ll drive WITH US all the way to Our New City, and help us move our stuff INTO our new place. (I will be trying to bribe one of my brothers to come along also; I figure free one-way airfare is a good offer, if he can take the time off. It would be nice to have an extra back.) I’m heartened by my dad’s generosity, even though he remains certain that we’ll be heading straight back here after we graduate.

At any rate, he called today and we were chatting about moving dates. My dad is one of those people whose calendars fill up FAST. So he’s got me thinking already about when we’re going to move, which is kind of freaky. We haven’t been up to Our New City to look at apartments, we don’t know when we’re going sign a lease, and we don’t know if we’ll be signing our lease for the first of August or for some day after the first of August and before the 19th.

But I wanted to get us on his calendar, and he’s already got the weekend of the 6th and the four days prior to it booked. Ack! This last move was so stressful, with just the two of us (and only moving a mile away), that I dread the thought of undertaking a cross-country move without more and better help. So I have tentatively told my dad to reserve the 10th of August and immediately after for us. I also told him to tentatively hold the 30th of July for us as well, in case we need to go up earlier.

Putting down dates like that gave me pause at first. After all, I have to talk to Mr. Angst about it and make sure those dates sound reasonable to him. But there’s a part of me thinks at least penciling in a moving date is a good thing. We’re leased up in our current place through August 14th, so there won’t be too much rush to get out of here. Hopefully, we can swing a lease start-date in Our New City that’s sometime around the 10th or so, so we’re not double-paying TOO much rent. And we can both still leave our jobs when we were planning and have a good solid week-plus to do the packing thing right this time.

Now that I’ve planned all of this out in my head, of course, we’ll get to Our New City next month to find that no one starts a lease anytime except the first of the month. (I am almost sure that can’t be the case, but you never know. Ack.)