They're here today, so it's basically pandemonium. Those stairs are too narrow! The box spring won't fit! And that dresser -- it's never going to fit! Nothing's going to fit. Including our box spring, which seriously sucks. It looks like our basement, for which I had such ambitious plans (Chris's 6th St. Brewhouse and Pub -- I can dream), will be crammed with our crap, from the floor to the ceiling.
We managed to fill an entire truck -- one of the huge ones, the trailers. According to Albert, the driver, we've got somewhere around 13,000 lbs. of stuff -- just under the maximum allowed by my relo deal. True, we do have some heavy-ass shit -- armoires, a piano, a scooter, various couches and desks, enough glassware to break something every day for the rest of our lives and still have enough left over for a picnic at the end, and a small library's worth of books between us -- but Jesus, for two people, that does seem pretty excessive. Methinks we're going to have to start culling soon.
My Jeep arrived safely yesterday, though, and I've been driving it happily around the streets of Seattle, listening to the local NPR affiliate (awesome), just me and my new best friend, Mr. Nuvi. Tonight, I'll head down to SeaTac to pick up the cats, who should be jetting skyward in an hour or so (I know how much they love driving -- they're going to adore flying), while Rebecca hangs back and continues with the unpacking. Now, the real fun begins.