The movers were here today and they came through like a tornado. It’s amazing how quickly they can get everything wrapped out and thrown into the back of a truck. Over the phone we were quoted $0.41 per pound but when they arrived the head guy started charging by the cubic foot. Hm…pretty shady. So, when it was all totaled up, Jes was not happy with the final charge so he called the main office and insisted that we be charged by the pound. The moving guy tried to play it off like the amount would be the same but Jes insisted that they go have the truck weighed. So, he’s now on his way to a weigh station in Long Beach and I’m at home sitting in my empty livingroom on the floor just trying to let this all sink in.

This is all very surreal. All of my belongings are packed away in some random truck and I won’t be able to access any of it for at least a month. I actually let them take our wedding album and I’m starting regret that. I just hope they don’t lose any of the boxes or damage anything. As they took away our boxes and furniture, I really couldn’t watch them. I put on a brave face but it made me really sad and I was on the verge of tears. It’s really happening. We’re really leaving. Jes is supposed to catch a 7:00 flight this evening but I’m not so sure he’s going to make it.

Update (11:17 pm): We all know that Jes is a pain in the ass but this time it came in handy.  Because he insisted on having the trunk weighed, he managed to save us at least $1000.  He drove all the way to Long Beach and totally called their bluff.  We ended up getting almost exactly what they initially quoted ($900) instead of the final $2000 that the moving guy asked for.  He also got back in time to catch his flight.  We had a happy ending to a very stressful day.