I literally can't remember how many places I've lived over the years.
My mother in law is an artist. We have a number of her paintings in our home. Luckily, she is quite good and I enjoy having her works on our walls. But, there is one painting of hers that I didn't like, it was of a giant barn in a field of grass. It was one dimensional and pretty boring, I'm pretty sure that it was a painting of an equally boring photo that she didn't take, so not her fault.
Two years ago we moved from Michigan to North Carolina. I rented a moving truck but not the movers. I was determined to save a couple thousand dollars. Here is the crew that came over to help me load up the truck:
As you can see from the photo, it was packed fully. I literally gave away things that day that couldn't fit. It took a lot longer than I anticipated and caused no less than 3 major spats between my wife and I. Moving sucks. Friends rule.
My dad agreed to drive the truck. We had some last minute additions to the truck that my dad threw back there. We all left Michigan at the same time and agreed not to caravan but to go at our own pace. About 30 minutes in to the drive I got a phone call from my Dad. It turned out that he had forgotten to latch the back of the moving truck. Smack dab in the worst part of town, it opened up and a bunch of our stuff poured out on to the street. Our bed, art work, dressers, clothing and many other things were all over the road and sidewalk. Because of the large size of the truck, my dad had to circle the block and come back for the fallen goods. When he returned there were people running off with our stuff and some people were collecting it in order to help him re-pack it. They helped him load it up and he made the rest of the trip back successfully. The one thing that was missing that I heard about for the next year was one of my mother-in-laws paintings. Somewhere, someone has a giant painting of a barn on their wall.
What about you? Any moving stories?