Why hire one mover, when you can have two?
This is certainly not an advertisement for any particular mover – that’s not my goal. Rather, I just love the image of two separate moving companies arriving at the same time to pick up two different sets of personal belongings. It was a bit of choreography to make sure that the right movers picked up the right items! But it all seemed to work out okay.
The move itself wasn’t as sad as I thought it would be. I lived in Miami/Beach for 11 years and in this specific apartment for more than 8. I thought I’d feel a greater sense of finality and sadness as I watched all of my things being carted out … but I really didn’t. I don’t know if that’s because I had contemplated a move like this for so long, or because I was just overwhelmingly eager about starting the next chapter. No matter, I suppose – I was definitely a happier, more smiling me than I had been in a while. It felt good.
I will say that the space itself felt pretty cold when it was empty.
I didn’t remember the apartment feeling so harsh and barren when I moved in. I do recall seeing the place when the owner was still in the process of packing up his personal belongings, so maybe that’s why my move-in feels less stark. Maybe it’s for the best that I remember it as warm and cozy and full of friends and laughter. (And for anyone who saw my closets when they were full will likely remember the army of denim that once hung there!) Or maybe the emptiness of the physical space is appropriate for the giant jacka** that my landlord and his realtor turned into at the end.
I was almost gleeful handing over the keys and returning the garage door clicker. It felt strange to close the door one last night, without locking it. And it definitely felt like closure the last time I drove down the driveway and away from the building. I didn’t even look in the rearview mirror. I think I’d rather remember it in my memories than out my car window.
