It's over. Moving day is finally over. I hate moving day. Doesn't everyone? I was little ball of stress through it all, worried about getting everything done in one day, worried about parking a big old truck on city streets, worried about keeping all of the up arrows up and the fragile boxes safe. The move actually went extremely smoothly, thanks to the help of several of our friends. So here's a thank-you-shout-out to:
Our neighbor Matt, an amazing photo realist painter, who moved a ton of heavy boxes and furniture.
Our pals Holly and Mike who lent us dollies. I will never move without dollies again - what ease!
The super nice owners of Fit Right Northwest who lent us a truck and hand trucks. I'm telling you, having the right equipment makes moving so much less of a headache.
And I've got to mention our friend Cliff who recently opened up The People's Pig, a fantastic food cart in downtown Portland. We swung by for a lunch break of porchetta sandwiches with arugula and peppers. Damn. So good. And they provided the energy needed to go all afternoon and evening long.
Thanks for the well-wishes on the move - they did us good. Now the unpacking starts. I love the unpacking. Photos will follow someday...