
We've moved! After being here for a year, we were offered an apartment on base housing - not actually ON base, but a base housing village about 10-15 minutes from base. We're actually further from base then we were before, but the selling point was that this apartment is so much bigger then our old one.
We had to be out of the apartment on Thursday. On Wednesday we had our first set of movers come to pick up all the government furniture we're borrowing (couches, chairs, tables, beds, etc.) For some reason, they couldn't just have one set of movers come and get everything and move it. Instead, in the wisdom that is the military, they had to get the government furniture, check it in at their warehouse, then re-check out different furniture for our new place, even though it's all the exact same kind of furniture. Okay, whatever.
Thursday our other movers were supposed to come to get the rest of our stuff. But by 10:00am, when they still hadn't shown up, we started to worry. Joe called the housing office, but our housing counselor wasn't there. I'm not exaggerating here when I say that Joe was on the phone for almost 2 hrs, getting the runaround from one office to the next, trying to figure out what was going on. They finally transferred him to the transportation office, where it was confirmed that we did NOT have movers scheduled for us that day. Aaaaahhhhhhh! Apparently, we were supposed to schedule those movers ourselves, even though we specifically asked our housing counselor if we were supposed to schedule them, and she said NO and that she would take care of it. Nope.
So the transportation office told us to get over there as fast as we could to fill out paperwork, and they would see what they could do, even though it was highly unlikely that we'd be able to get movers that day. We went straight to the transportation office, only to be told that everyone had just left for lunch, and to come back in 1 1/2 hrs. Seriously? So then Joe and I are frantically loading our van with as much stuff as we can, thinking we're going to have to move ourselves - although, really, how they heck are we going to move a piano and an entertainment center down 13 flights? But still, we didn't know what else to do. As we're doing this, a moving company calls us and asks if we had gotten over to the transportation office to fill out the paper work. We said we had an appointment at 1:30. They said they could come that afternoon. Apparently, someone had called them BEFORE they went to lunch, and BEFORE we had even filled out paperwork for it. I don't know who it was, but THANK YOU!!!
So, miraculously, we got movers that same day. They didn't get there until 4:30pm though, and we were there until midnight cleaning. The movers delivered our stuff to our new apartment the next morning, on Friday. They were supposed to be there at 8:00am, because we had an appointment with our realtor and landlord to check out of our old apartment at 10:00am. Of course, the movers were late, and we had to push back our meeting, but it all worked out in the end.
After that was all over, I had to go straight into getting ready for the District Primary activity, which was the next morning. Not exactly the best time for it, but I didn't know I was moving when I set the date for the activity. I was up until 3:00am making name tags that I had NO IDEA would take me that long to make. By the time I realized how long it was going to take me, it was too late at night to call my counselor for help. But the activity was a fabulous success, so all is well.
Now I'm spending my days upacking boxes, and boxes, and boxes, and boxes, and boxes......you get the idea. Next post, I will tell you all the wonderful things about our new apartment, and post pictures, of course.