How time flies when you’re having fun. Seems like just yesterday I had 50 days left before the move. Oh . . wait! That was yesterday. Today I had a long talk with my relocation consultant. I thought July 8 was the magic day and I had to stay 30 days after July 8 but I can actually leave on July 8. That’s the story for today anyway. Tomorrow they may tell me I have to stay 30 days after July 8. That’s kinda how things have happened with this move.
We called United and we’re on the calendar for packing on July 25 and 26, loading on July 27 and 28 and arriving in Texas some time the first week in August.
That brings us to another issue. Where will they unload my stuff? That’s a very good question. They can store it for up to 60 days, then pick it up and bring it somewhere. Surely by then we’ll have found a place. Putting my fabric, longarm, mattresses, etc. in storage is not what I want to do so hopefully we’ll find a place or . . maybe I will just stay here til August 8. Actually, I guess it’s only about 2 weeks difference between July 28 and August 8 but 2 weeks is probably three grass cuttings!
No matter . . 37 days sounds better than 50 days.
Tomorrow morning is our “major component” inspection — roof, plumbing, who knows what all — I’ll be so glad when it’s over. We’ll be completely done with inspections, appraisals, etc. once the inspector leaves tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll find some things to fix — they always do but at least that part of this adventure is winding to an end.