Finally, we have internet! So let me tell you about the nightmare we refer to as "moving day."
It is good that things happen in threes, as nothing else could have possibly gone wrong. It was 4:00 p.m. when the movers finished loading up the two trucks. One truck was to drive half way, and then stop for the evening. The other truck went back to the shop to plug in our freezer over night. The plan was for both trucks to arrive Thursday morning around 9:00 am. Rick and I began the 4.5 hour drive and arrived in our new town tired but happy. Our friends provided a place to stay which was a blessing. The previous owner, a little old lady, was meeting us the next day at the house at 8:30 a.m. to hand over the keys. It seemed like a good plan.
The next morning, we arrived at our new house and were welcomed by a large heap of unwanted "stuff" on the front lawn. This was somewhat upsetting as I had made sure to leave our previous house spotless. The old gal assured us that she had arranged for 1-800-GOT-JUNK to pick everything up the next day. Okay, we can handle that. Then we noticed she was stuffing things into bags. She was still packing, and our truck was to arrive in half an hour. We decided to step away and grab a coffee. We got a call the truck was delayed and wouldn't get there until 11:00 a.m. Okay, we can handle that too. We saw the old gal drive away and hurried back to the house. The downstairs tenant, old gal #2, handed over the keys. Finally, we could go in. That's when we saw it.
There was stuff everywhere: a bed, dishes in the sink, food in the fridge, cinder block shelves, boxes of old tiles, a composting toilet, automotive products, paint, old mirrors, and a shed full of tools, a lawn mower, old lumber, and more. We had a house full of junk and our truck was due to arrive in two hours. There was no room for our stuff. We looked at each other and resisted the urge to cry. The fight or flight instinct kicked in. We started throwing everything unto the growing junk pile on our lawn. Unfortunately, as fast as we chucked things unto the pile, old gal #2 started pulling things out just as fast. Who knew that was her rake or that the library could use those books? She was spry, but we were mad. That's when the second call from the movers came. One truck broke down in Hope and was being towed back to Chilliwack. There they would transfer everything unto a new truck. The good news was, it bought us some more time to empty the house. The bad news was, it was the truck with our freezer of frozen fish on it. Murphy's Law. But, when they finally arrived, everything miraculously was okay. After unloading the trucks at our new home and Rick's new office in Penticton, we retreated back to refuge at our friend's house. Thank the good Lord we had a sanctuary. Two days later, Rick said it was time to stay at our house. I replied, "Can't we stay here? It's nice here."
Our junk pile created quite a stir in the village. People came by to pick through and retrieve treasures and we met many new neighbors as a result. Our thoughtful friends made us an amazing "welcome" dinner. We now have more new friends who are ready and willing to help with our project. Feeling rejuvenated, we entered our home to stay in for the first night. We were met with rain dripping down from the deck above. As we searched for buckets and towels, I felt like I was in the movie "The Money Pit" or "Under the Tuscan Sun." We just had to laugh.
Below are photos of the junk pile we walked into. It doubled in size after we cleared out the house.
Rick & Gayle Grant
Naramata Lakeside Guesthouse