Well it's been a hectic few weeks. Time flies by when you have kids. Everyone always told me it would, but i never truly understood just how fast it does!
Project "Move all Ashlee's stuff to Florida so we stop paying storage unit fees" has officially concluded. What an emotional roller coaster it was! To make a long story short, we have the stuff, but definitely plan to report them to the BBB and Doug has the ball rolling with the owner of the company and yelling at him. Who knows if we'll get any compensation. After spending a LOT of money moving stuff, the movers get to our house and say the semi (which no one told us they were bringing a SEMI as they picked it up in a normal sized moving vehicle) can't make the incline of the apartment complex and we needed to rent a truck or use our van and HELP them move it. You don't hire full-service moving companies and then expect to be doing any of the back work....especially when you are 7 months pregnant! But at the end of the day we have the things, and the unpacking is almost complete.
A surprising twist to this story is my emotions. Initially receiving the items was difficult as so much of it was my dad's stuff and some stuff still retained the familiar smells of his life. But actually, I'm not nearly as sad as I thought I would be. Instead of reminding me that he's gone, they comfort me in his presence of my life. It makes me feel he's near. It helps me to joyfully remember what the awesome guy he was and the memories we had together. I actually believe that in some weird way, it's brought a lot of healing to me. Obviously it doesn't take all the pain away, but it helps me to face it..and to feel it. With the memories of him tucked away in a storage unit, I was able to escape the feelings of him being gone.
I have to give credit to Doug, because he went into this whole situation with the mind set that these are not just things that we are paying to move here, they are a part of me. When he shared that with me, it made me love him even more.
Cheers to moving forward in life.
XOXO Ashlee
Project "Move all Ashlee's stuff to Florida so we stop paying storage unit fees" has officially concluded. What an emotional roller coaster it was! To make a long story short, we have the stuff, but definitely plan to report them to the BBB and Doug has the ball rolling with the owner of the company and yelling at him. Who knows if we'll get any compensation. After spending a LOT of money moving stuff, the movers get to our house and say the semi (which no one told us they were bringing a SEMI as they picked it up in a normal sized moving vehicle) can't make the incline of the apartment complex and we needed to rent a truck or use our van and HELP them move it. You don't hire full-service moving companies and then expect to be doing any of the back work....especially when you are 7 months pregnant! But at the end of the day we have the things, and the unpacking is almost complete.
A surprising twist to this story is my emotions. Initially receiving the items was difficult as so much of it was my dad's stuff and some stuff still retained the familiar smells of his life. But actually, I'm not nearly as sad as I thought I would be. Instead of reminding me that he's gone, they comfort me in his presence of my life. It makes me feel he's near. It helps me to joyfully remember what the awesome guy he was and the memories we had together. I actually believe that in some weird way, it's brought a lot of healing to me. Obviously it doesn't take all the pain away, but it helps me to face it..and to feel it. With the memories of him tucked away in a storage unit, I was able to escape the feelings of him being gone.
I have to give credit to Doug, because he went into this whole situation with the mind set that these are not just things that we are paying to move here, they are a part of me. When he shared that with me, it made me love him even more.
Cheers to moving forward in life.
XOXO Ashlee