Last Saturday it was the big day of me moving my furniture into the new home. Finally! The plan was to do the great move somewhere in the middle or towards the end of March. And you know what? Corona swooped in. On the first day of lockdown, I gathered all my boxes, put them in my father-in-law’s big car and we drove off. Four months we lived between boxes. After the restrictions of lockdown went a little more loose, we contacted the moving company again and suddenly the prices went up. Who would have thought?
The first plan was to move on our own but there are also regulations of which cars are allowed into the city. So no way the older van we fixed was going to ride to my apartment without a big fine of 350 euros. Even hiring a moving company was cheaper!
Due to my perfectionism everything was meticulously planned. Good old perfectionism came in handy for once. We had help of friends, so after an hour and a half all my stuff arrived at the new home. The sofa, table, chairs, closet all went where they belonged. My bed was supposed to fit through the stairs, it didn’t fit through the window and eventually got stuck somewhere between the first and the second store. With pain in my heart the guys needed to demolish it with the help of a saw to get it unstuck again. Guess who’s very happy now with ‘his’ bed in the garden?
The bbq afterwards was very fun and relaxing after such a long day and now I need to unpack all the stuff. At least I got my mattress upstairs and after 4 months I do have a closet!!