365 Days of Random

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Move Drama

So I mentioned the other day how much moving SUCKS … I stand by that statement. So here’s the latest (and hopefully the last) edition to the saga that was my BF’s move.

I think in my previous post I mentioned that we’d been arguing with the buildings about timing for reserving elevators and about movers not working after 5pm and needing to change our plans and all that. So at the end of the day on Thursday we’d finally made arrangements at the NEW building to move in after normal hours. Our goal was to be there no later than 8pm and be done by 10ish. We’d gotten some ‘load and unload’ movers lined up thanks to a recommendation from a friend. We’d arranged for a Uhaul truck and it seemed like we were mostly ready to go. We spent most of the night Thursday night finishing up the packing and dismantling of furniture and getting ready for the movers to arrive at 6pm on Friday night.

Friday during the day I did some running around to finish getting stuff organized and relaxed a bit before the real challenging stuff began that evening. Around 4pm I went over to my BFs place. The plan was to finish up the final things, go get the Uhaul (at 5:15ish) and be back when the movers arrived at 6. However, the movers had gotten their wires crossed and arrived at 5.. an hour early – and we didn’t yet have the truck. So, off we go to get the truck. Turns out Uhaul’s systems were down and it took almost an hour and a half later (between traffic and waiting on them to realize it was acceptable to WRITE the rental details on a piece of paper and enter it into the system later) we arrived back at the OLD building to start loading up the truck. While my BF and I sat a watched the movers expertly packed all his stuff into the truck and we headed over (an hour behind schedule) to the new building.

When we got to the NEW building the unloading process seemed to be going really smoothly. That is until the fire alarm went off and the building was partially evacuated and the elevators disabled until the fire department could clear the building. To do that it took 5 fire trucks, two marshals, and ambulance and about 45 minutes. Then once we started unloading the last of the stuff (after the elevators were put back into service) we got scolded by the building manager for moving in so late… SERIOUSLY!!! When it was all said and done the truck was emptied, movers paid and returned to Uhaul by midnight… what should have been at most a 3 hour process turned into 6. And we still had stuff at the old place that needed to be moved in my car over the next two days.

Saturday morning we took a couple more loads to the new place before the afternoon memorial service for my friend. We spent most of Saturday night trying to unpack and set up stuff. Yesterday was more of the same – with a couple hour break for climbing (me) and football (my BF) and True Blood (a weekly get together with some friends). We turned in the keys for the OLD place and took the last load of ‘stuff’ from the car at midnight last night. Tonight we have some more unpacking and setting up to look forward to.

Really, truly, my BF doesn’t have a ton of stuff. And this move could have been a heck of a lot worse. But it most definitely seemed like there was something blocking us at every turn and this was definitely on the more stressful scales of moves that I’ve had in the past. Even my move from Canada to the US was less frustrating. But, it’s basically all over now and once we get the last little bit of set up done tonight we can enjoy a quiet weekend next weekend (I hope).

September 12, 2011 Posted by | Challenges, Random | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Day of Memories

Today on the 10th of September a group of people gathered to remember our dear departed friend. I’ve spoken of this friend numerous times on here so don’t feel the need to rehash in any great detail. In the almost 18 months since her passing not a day goes by that I don’t think of her, generally more than once. Today her family and friends gathered to celebrate her life. It was a couple of hours of stories, memories, tears and laughter. But one thing was consistent… She was incredibly well loved.

What amazed me more than anything was the way that my BF reacted to the gathering. I met him about 5 or 6 months after my friend passed on so he never had the chance to know her. I know he would have loved her, the would have become great friends… she had that effect on people. But (ever loyal to those closest to her) she would have grilled him and never let up until she was sure that he was perfect for me. In fact, I think she’s still doing that. I think she sent him to me. Anyway.. back to the point…. my BF had never met Rash but numerous time during the service he was tearing up along with the rest of us. He said that he felt that even in those two hours something about her life and spirit touched him in a way that he did not expect. Although they’d never met I think he walked away feeling like he knew her.

Throughout the service people were invited to speak. To share stories, thoughts memories and insights into the wonderfully amazing person that was Rash. I even read my poem… and ALMOST got through the entire thing without breaking up. I would have been ok too if I hadn’t looked at her mom at just that last moment. The overwhelmingly consistent message what that Rash was an inspiration to every single person she encountered. Childhood gymnastics coaches, teachers, coworkers, friends and family all shared the same message. She was a determined, tenacious, spirited, amazing person that brought out the very best in those around her. In the short time that was her life she touched the lives of so many others. She left a piece of her behind in all of us and that’s how we can be certain that she will NEVER truly be gone. She taught each of us how to be a better person and she did it in a way that you didn’t even realize what was happening. She got inside your heart and stayed put. She was the most caring and compassionate person I’ve ever met. Her smile (which was a constant fixture on her face) lit up the room and brightened even the gloomiest of times.

Before I sign off tonight I’d like to share a couple of my favorite memories of Rash. I met Rash about 3 years ago and we became instant best friends. Rash was hearing impaired. She could read lips and speak and once you took the time to listen to her she was perfectly easy to communicate with. But her lip reading skills came in handy for entertainment purposes more than once. There were numerous occasions where we’d be out enjoying a drink, or lunch, or just chilling on some patio and she would tell us what was going on at every table around us. It was a most entertaining way to enhance your people watching excursions. She always caught the juiciest bits of whatever was going on around her. She never missed a beat. My other favorite memory of Rash was our weekly TV dates. She’d text me about 8:45pm telling me she was home and ready and I’d get online. We’d watch Grey’s Anatomy and Private Practice ‘together’ chatting on IM the entire time. If one of us was gong to miss the show we’d both record it and make plans to watch another day. While it may seem like such a simple thing it was an amazing way to share time with a friend that I just didn’t get to see as often as I’d have liked. While we talked almost every day (over IM or text of BBM) I looked forward to our girls night TV every week.

We’d been friends for such a short time when she was taken from this world, but she was a friend like no other. She’s someone who will be in my heart for the rest of my life. I am very very grateful for the love and friendship we shared and for the people that her passing brought into my life as well. And even though they never met, I am incredibly thankful that my BF was given a chance to know her in some small way too… it just proves that she’s out there still watching out for her family and making sure that everyone knows it.

September 10, 2011 Posted by | Faith, Inspiration, Life | , , , , , , | Leave a comment