I’m not gonna lie. Leaving the house in Oregon was pretty difficult. It was a very bittersweet goodbye not only to the house, but to Portland, Oregon in general, a city so quirky that even I fit in! Add to that my overall exhaustion last week of getting the house prepped and ready to move plus a missing Dr. J for some of it (he was still in California for a portion of the madness) and there were a few emotional and tearful nights for me.
On the house itself, though, I’ll be back later in the week with more of a “goodbye, house” post. This one is just to show you the madness that we had facing us during the week and some pics for good measure. It was a sprint to the finish line. We both took the whole week off and we hauled ass from sun-up to sun-down *every*single*day*. Here is the basic rundown of our week last week Here is a 2,384 word rundown of our week last week:
Sunday – Dr. J was still in California, so I had a mountain of things to do on my checklist and a lot of it I couldn’t do with just two hands (or reach with all 5’2″ of me). So I put a plea out to all of my friends in Portland and I had a house full of eager volunteers at one point. To those of you that showed up (Jill, Katie, Whitney, Amanda + family, Al + family, Keri & Phil), I just gotta give a HUGE THANK YOU to all of you! By the end of the day, we even got to the point where there wasn’t a whole lot left to do and so I fast-forwarded to my weeklong checklist (like clean up dog poop in the backyard) and Amanda gladly volunteered! I mean, talk about dedication! God, I love that girl! I was almost in tears because everybody was so generous with their time! It was so great to be able to have people there with open arms and willing to help and made both Dr. J and I feel truly blessed. Sunday night was unfortunately pretty restless for me, though. I think I got maybe two hours of sleep because there was still *so*much*to*do* in the morning….
Monday – The packers showed up bright and early and I was already exhausted. No sleep, no coffee left in the house so I didn’t get my morning caffeine until at least an hour after they showed up. *Groan*…. There were five packers working ALL DAY LONG to pack up roughly 110 (_HIO!) boxes of everything from dishes to clothes to decor items. I calculated that 5 people working from 8am-5pm with only one hour of breaks total = 40 total hours of packing. And these are professionals! So you know that they packed like fiends. Regardless, they were a good group of people, we had a lot of laughs and they even came to my aid in a major way when one of my nosy neighbors stopped by to tell me that it was, “against HOA policy to post a FOR RENT sign in your window.” I just about spit in his face I was so mad. Do you SEE all of these boxes? Do you SEE that I don’t have time for your busy body ways? I mean, there is a tactful way to approach somebody about this situation and this simply was not it. One of the packers stepped in (without me asking) and told him to leave and quit heckling his customer. There was yelling. There was shouting. It was epic. And I’ll love that man forever for doing that! After they left, I ran Maggie over to a friends’ house because she was already a nervous wreck just from packing and sat pretty much with me all day in a manner like so…
I.e. – she sat in my lap while I watched the movers do their thing OR she was underfoot to the point that I was tripping all over her. So she spent Monday night and all day Tuesday at their house getting sexually harassed by their dog, Dexter:
It was always meant to be…
Then I drove home to an empty house (no Maggie and no Dr. J) and only a bunch of boxes around the house to keep me company:
….and then Dr. J arrived home later that night and woke me up from a dead sleep to say he was home. Talk about relief…
Tuesday – Loading Day!! Big day! Dr. J and I woke up early and had some last minute things to take care of, including trying to pack up boxes and suitcases filled with our “emergency supplies”, which may or may not have included some 24 odd bottles of Whiskey and Wine:
…again, we just tried to stay out of the way but also be available. It was so nice, though, to have a partner in crime. At least since there were two of us here, somebody could make a coffee run while the other one was busy doing other stuff. Monday I had no such luxury. There were a few odd repairs that needed to happen like fixing the door lock mechanism on the stove so that we could self-clean it. This repair was a highly scientific process of jiggling the door until it locked – who knew?!?! We did a lot of running around the house, cleaned out the fridge, patched holes and touch-up painted before they loaded the ladders into the truck (this was one very highly coordinated dance, lemme tell you). Speaking of highly coordinated dances, check out MINE:
We also tried to keep the movers informed/happy. I accidentally stole one of their “spare parts” boxes to load up one spice cabinet that the packers forgot (it happens) and then I was on the loaders shit list for most of the morning as a result. Haha…le sigh…though they said I was surprisingly easy/low key by comparison to a lot of people they move, so that made me feel pretty good. I blame the Valium…
…but through it all, I didn’t really have any time to feel sad or upset. I was just too busy and plain exhausted. But they got pretty much everything loaded onto the truck and then we both took one last shower in our bathroom as kind of a ceremonial “goodbye” to our favorite renovation in the house. Then we headed over to our friends, Trish and Rylan’s, to be re-united with The Magster and to spend the night at their house for a few days since our house was essentially empty. Exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe it…
Wednesday – With the house empty, we really didn’t have much else to do aside from letting the cleaning lady in to do a final clean-out and then packing up all the leftovers into the cars. My cleaning lady, Shari, has been like a second Mother to me in Portland so she got us a card and even a goodbye “Prayer Plant”. It was so sweet. While Dr. J worked on his master packing skills, including unpacking all of the boxes of wine that I had crappily packed the other day and just loading them into the half dozen or so empty suitcases that we had to fit into our two cars for the drive down, I finished up more touch-up painting/repairs and oversaw a rental showing of the house in the middle of the day as well (still no word yet!). **Update: We also oversaw a delivery of a new washer and dryer as our set had been loaded into the truck the day before.** We ran to the recycling center a few times to drop off mounds of extra boxes and trash, transported our Compost Bin across town to a friends’ house and made sure to put the trash out at the end of the day. We also gassed and loaded up the Mazda full of everything we needed, parked it in the (now empty) garage and got it all ready for the drive to California. Shari took a moment at the end of the day to take an exhausted and sweaty picture of Dr. J, Maggie and I in front of the house one last time:
I ran through the house and snapped a few pics of the house empty (*sniff*) and then we left the house that night – empty and alone. And this is when exhaustion just took over me and I started to cry. Thinking of leaving the house and leaving Portland and moving to another state (which, let’s face it, California may as well be a foreign country) and all of the great friends we’ve made over our four years here. Blerg! It was just a lot to take coupled with the stress of moving (which, I guess, is essentially the same thing). Even though I knew I would see the house again in the morning (SUPER early, in fact), it was hard to leave it and just think of it as bricks and mortar. I could see so much of US in that house. And every little reno that we did over the past three years just brought back memories of projects both good and bad. But it was bittersweet. Because I was also so happy to be leaving it in a better state than when we found it. It’s so improved over what it was when we purchased it. I always knew it could be beautiful. But not without a lot of work, duct tape and spit polish. But enough about that. I didn’t have time to mourn….
Thursday – Our last morning in Portland and we were up WAY before dawn. We had to be at the house prior to 7am (and we were coming from the Eastside which ended up being about a 45 minute commute) to let the carpet cleaners in. This was a HUGE relief to us, actually. We were really afraid that the carpet cleaners wouldn’t come until late in the day and one of us would have to stay to let them in and not be able to drive down to California until Friday – blerg! Fortunately, we called ahead of time to get them scheduled as early as possible and they were in and out in less than an hour. It gave us enough time to snap some pictures of the house from the car while we camped out across the street with the dog.
…then our neighbor (the one I like!) came over before she left for work and gave us a Panera gift card and a goodbye card and lots of hugs. So good to be able to say goodbye in person! And that Gift Card came in handy later on…
Then the carpet cleaners left and we walked thru the house to survey it cleaner than it had probably ever been! Haha! We also closed all the windows and drew the blinds, turned the heat WAY down (we can’t shut off the utilities until the renters move in), took a few more pics of it one last time:
…loaded up the cars…
…loaded up the Maggie (her face echoed our sadness)….
….and said our goodbyes. I shed one tear in the car, but then driving through rush-hour pretty much jolted me out of my emotional stupor. We had to run a few errands before we left Portland (dropped off our cable modem and gassed up the Audi) and then we were on the road by 915 or so for the 12 hour drive down to San Jose, California. It was a pretty uneventful drive for me. Dr. J had Maggie in the car with him and I had the plants in the car with me. They don’t make very good conversation partners, but that just meant I could listen to a good audio book (Carrie Fisher’s Wishful Drinking, if you’re curious).
We thankfully managed to time our trip such that we missed rush hour (mostly) in Portland, somewhat in Sacramento and entirely in the Bay. I don’t remember what time we got in, but we managed to have enough time to unload the cars somewhat, walk the pup, take showers, and crash on the air mattress on the floor of the new master bedroom never having grabbed dinner. No rest for the weary, though….we had to be up (again) before dawn to wait for the movers…
Friday – the movers show up (geeze, they booked it!) and managed to introduce us to the neighborhood by blocking every single garage on the street…
Haha! Hi! We’re your new crazy neighbors! You have NO CLUE what’s coming your way…muwahahaha…
Now when you are moving with a professional moving company, they have you “Play Bingo” with the checklist. There’s a “Box list” and an “Everything else” list. We had roughly 110 boxes and approximately 200 items.. As they load things into the truck, they assign stickers with numbers. My job is just to sit there and check the numbers off as they come off the truck. However, we learned one lesson the hard way when we did this the first time (moving from Ohio to Oregon) which is essentially not to TOUCH anything until they leave. They need to be sure that everything gets off the truck and if there is a missing number (which almost always happens) at the end of the day, we need to go searching for it through the house, which can be pretty tough if you’ve unloaded a box already and thrown it away. So I sat outside all day with the pup while Dr. J directed traffic inside when needed.
By the end of the day, this is what our kitchen looked like:
…though we did have just enough time and energy to unload the bedroom enough to be able to sleep in our bed..
…it was a very nice ending to a REALLY stressful week. And now we’re in San Jose, California, desperately trying to unpack boxes as much as possible, although now that we’ve got the kitchen, office and master bedroom mostly functional, we’ve cut back to about 1-2 boxes/day (hehe – we sound like smokers!). I’ll be back later with some pics of the new house empty and possibly a video tour as well. But for now, I’m signing off. It’s been a stressful summer and, boy, am I glad there’s a light at the end of the tunnel…
Peace!