Fifteen months after moving to Raleigh on a steamy May morning...
....we waved goodbye on a steamy August morning from our big yellow Penske truck.
Well, John waved goodbye because there is no way I could move that thing two feet, and he's an incredible moving truck driver. I mean it's really a resume-level skill.
After this move, John and I have decide that the ability to afford to hire movers is one of the clearest signs of achieving the American Dream.
We enjoyed a last meal at one of our favorite restaurants, the State Farmer's Market Restaurant, to thank our friends, Bo and Julie, and brother, Jacob, for helping us move (notice all the ginormous water cups).
Is there anything better during a Southern Summer than a veggie plate? I already miss their fried green tomatoes and cat head biscuits.
Side note: we knew my Yankee father was fully converted the day he asked for "a big ol' cat head biscuit" for breakfast. Well done, Mom!
Unfortunately, we arrived in Charlotte to a nasty surprise.
My beloved, less-than-a-year-old car had been vandalized! After signing our lease in Charlotte on Friday, we left my car there while we went back to Raleigh for the rest of our stuff.
Some hoodlum took a landscaping stone and tried to break the window. But, being an awesome Super Car, her window didn't break, so they broke the window of the 4-Runner next to me. Sadly, being an awesome Super Car, it took $1,500 and a week to repair her damage and the 4-Runner's broken window was replaced in two hours.
There was no worse feeling than pulling up to our yet-to-be-moved-in home in Charlotte after 10 hours of moving already and find this surprise. Thankfully, John and my parents pulled up right after me and the police, Geico, and the body shop couldn't have been nicer and more accommodating. My girl is all fixed now and as pretty as ever.
With the help of my parents, we finished moving into the new apartment at 10:30, 14 hours after we started moving in Raleigh. We enjoyed a cold Corona and plate of Lexington barbecue on the floor surrounded by boxes and furniture, and promptly passed out.
The damage to my car is one of the risks of living Uptown (downtown in all cities less concerned with downtown revitalization). But we're choosing to focus on the positive ones, like John being able to walk to work, so I could drive his car while mine was being repaired, and a view like this from our porch.
Obviously, that's not our real view of the skyline, but once the trees lose their leaves, it will be pretty close.
We've already had some fun adventures in Charlotte and I have a lot more to share with you soon!
2 comments:
Welcome back to blogland! Hope you are loving Charlotte!
congrats on the move! send me an email with your new address.
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