When I last left off, I had finally landed an apartment and knew I wouldn't be homeless. The next step was trying to figure out how in the world I was going to move my stuff across the water to Queens.
I thought it would be easy--just load up my metal cart a few times and take some trips over. But I came to the realization that I accumulated a lot more stuff than I originally had in my 2 suitcases, 1 duffle bag and a backpack. My winter sweaters & coats took up an entire suitcase already. The next step was to find movers. After hours on the phone with people I knew & moving companies, I found some movers on Uhaul's webiste. (**NYC Tip: I highly recommend going to Uhaul's website to find movers near you. They have cheap rates and are very trustworthy!**)
When the movers called to set up the appointment, here is the conversation that transpired: -Mover: "So what kind of truck will you be using?" -Me: "Oh I'll take a small truck, whatever is easier for you. I don't have that much stuff" -Mover: "Ma'am, I think you misunderstood. YOU have to provide the truck, we just move."
Literally I think I stopped breathing for a moment. Realizing that all of sudden not only do I have 3 days to pack up my belongings and trust these shady-at-the-time movers, but I now have to rent a moving van, DRIVE it in NEW YORK CITY across a BRIDGE and drive it back? I'm honestly surprised I didn't pass out.
Disclaimer: For those of you who have never visited the city, driving in it is a huge change from driving anywhere else. Cab drivers are all psycho (I can't take them because I get so nauseous), people don't follow traffic rules, the streets don't have lanes, and pedestrians just walk all over regardless if they have the right of way (it's my favorite part about not having a car). Driving in NYC for the first time is terrifying, even though I have a perfect driving record and am an excellent driver.
When the day came to move, I woke up bright and early, packed up the remaining bits and pieces, and prayed that the day went well. Luckily, one of my best friends from work was willing to help and drive in the van with me so as to stop my panic attack from any other level than minor. And I will tell you--Moving Day was the most smooth, peaceful, and successful day I've ever had here. We picked up the van, drove it over the Queensboro Bridge like it was nothing, and parked at my apartment--all and hour early. We even had time to start loading the van, as the movers were paid by the hour and we all know how well I am with my money.
The movers arrived, and contrary to their voices on the phone, they were the nicest, largest men I had ever met. We packed up the van in 20 minutes, drove back over the bridge, and unpacked it all, with 25 minutes to spare. Literally 3 weeks of stress, no appetite, lack of sleep, and pulling my hair out led to this one day--and it couldn't have gone smoother.
The next day I flew out of NYC to go home for 10 glorious days--it was the best vacation I've ever had. I had a blast in a wedding for my Alpha Gam big sis, I saw all my friends and family so much they were almost sick of me, and I finally caught up on all the sleep I was in serious need for.
Now I know what you're all wondering, how can I possibly leave Manhattan? What gets me through is knowing I'll be back one day, when timing (and money) is right. But to be honest, I'm absolutely loving my life in Queens so far, I even might stay for a while. xoxo, Ms. Manhattan (always.)