It's never easy

We are all moved in. Despite the week spent lugging boxes up here to "get a head start," this move may have been the hardest we've ever had. And we've moved A LOT.

Our new apartment is about a block away from the ACC Wilton campus, so every time I went to class last week, we stuffed the car full of stuff and dropped it off on the way. Sometimes Dan would stuff the car full of stuff before he came to pick me up and we would bring all of that stuff here, too. We were quite proud of ourselves for doing it the smart way. By Thursday, we had almost everything that we didn't need/could fit in our car in the new apartment. We've always

just moved everything all at once, so we were convinced that on the actual moving day, it was going to be a piece of cake. And then everything went wrong. Here are the top 3 things that

have sucked so far:

dramatization of actual events

1. Dan backed his mom's van into a tree, shattering the back window. After we cleaned out the glass and taped plastic over the window (which took forever), we brought our first load of furniture over. When we got to the new apartment, the back door was jammed. With broken glass. We had to take it to our mechanic, who kindly cleaned it out free of charge (seriously-Union Coachworks has always done us good. The guy spent 30 minutes fixing our door and would not accept payment. If you're looking for a mechanic, I highly, highly recommend them). This was not what I wanted to be doing on moving day.

Artist's rendition of moving day

2. We brought our heavy-ass couch to the new apartment, practically needed a protractor to figure out how to get it trough the front door, and then spent 40 minutes trying to jam it through the living room door. After nearly breaking my hand, it became clear that it wasn't going to fit. We no longer have a couch. RIP most comfortable couch ever.

Actual photo of me when I realized I was trapped in my apartment

3. I lost my keys. They are gone. I searched the car from top to bottom, went back to the old apartment, and looked through every single one of the approx. 1 million boxes and drawers in the new apartment. I don't know where else to look. The last time I saw them, Dan was using them to drive our car on Saturday. I don't know where they ended up after that.

Because of my missing keys, I got locked in my new apartment this morning. When Dan left for work, he locked the deadbolt of the upstairs door from the outside. A little while later, I went to put a note on the downstairs door for the internet guy, and saw that the deadbolt is just a keyhole on this side. I needed my key to open it. This is when I learned that my keys are gone. I had to wait for the owner of the hair salon (that we live above) to come to work and call and ask her to let me out. She laughed a lot. Sigh.

I do like the new apartment a lot, though. During the day we can hear some muffled sounds from downstairs, but it doesn't bother me at all because at night it's totally silent. Ahhhh.