It’s done—we’ve made the long 90-foot move north to the bungalow. The movers showed up on time Saturday morning and they were done by noon. Because we had already carried a lot of boxes into the bungalow last week they really only had to move the furniture. We took care of the kitchen and bathroom, and all the appliances were staying in the house. So I think they had a pretty easy move, even though they had to walk everything down.
I don’t have any photos to show, because I was busy moving a lot of the little things that weren’t boxed up. Pete had to work all day, so he wasn’t around at all. It worked out fine that way, because we had plenty more to do on Sunday and Monday. He has had a lot going on with his work so there was no way he could have taken the time off, unfortunately.
The cats managed okay. I had the guys move the guest bedroom first so that I could lock the cats together in that room. I don’t know if it’s because they’re both males and/or because they’re litter mates, but they get very pissed off at each other whenever they’re in a new environment or there are changes going on. There is always a lot of growling and hissing going on if one gets too close to the other, or sometimes if one just looks at the other one. Günter is usually the instigator, and Axel will let out a blood-curdling scream if Günter attacks him.
I put them in separate bedrooms once I moved them to the bungalow so that they could settle down and realize that this was our stuff in a new place. They each had food, water and a litter box. I kept them there for a good part of the afternoon as I continued to move the little things.
The absolute best little helper I had (next to my mom!) was her Easy Wheels grocery cart. Seems like everyone who lives in a condo owns one of these things to carry groceries from the car in one trip. Instead of having to box everything up, I was able to load up the cart, wheel it down the alley, and unload it right away. What a huge timesaver!
On Saturday afternoon around 3, our realtor called and said that the buyer of our old house noticed that the house was empty and wanted to come by for his final walk-through before he had to fly back to California. We hadn’t cleaned out the house yet and there were still some of our things there, but it worked out great. This was the first time I met the buyer, so I was anxious to see who our new neighbor was going to be! Turns out his brother lives around the corner and the realtor also lives in the neighborhood. I believe he’s single and looked to be early 30s at the most. He seemed really nice and excited to be moving in. In fact, they said that he’d like to close earlier if our lawyer could get everything ready sooner. It’s not over until it’s over, but it was a huge sigh of relief for me that it appears the closing will go smoothly.
Of course they were surprised to hear that we only moved two doors down, and apparently some people have had their sights set on buying the bungalow that is now ours. They thought that the place was being cleaned (they probably saw the floor guys in there) and that it would soon be on the market. The realtor really wanted to know what we paid for it and if we were selling it (as if!), because he said he had a buyer for it. When I wouldn’t tell him what we paid he tried to get it out of my mom. It makes me feel good that our new house is sought-after; I just wish that our old house had been that way!