After several weeks without our belongings, they finally arrived on Wednesday.
This was a strange move,to say the least. We have done countless moves, three of them cross country,and we've never had one like this. It was supposed to be a door to door move and we were told that it would be,but that's not how it worked out.
Our things were packed,loaded, crated,put in a warehouse in Savannah,then put on a train,then put in a warehouse here,then picked up by a moving company.
It was a disaster. The interim moving company pretty much dropped everything we owned,shoved everything into tiny moving crates with no rhyme or reason,and didn't close 2 of the crates all the way. It rained really hard here in RI recently. You see where this is going,don't you?
Yes…two crates flooded. Bikes,mattresses,rugs,framed art…wet.
There aren't many "things" I have an attachment to. But our dinner table is one of them. J and I picked it out together, it was old and solid and beautiful. It had a story before it came to us. And it's had many stories since.
Birthday parties,goodbye dinners,welcome home dinners, family moments,tears,laughter…that table has seen it all. And it was dropped in transit. One of the corners is completely gone,as if a sledge hammer was taken to it.
Yes,things are only things,but that thing had a story dang it.
I won't get into the rest of the details…lots of damage,ruin,and a few tears shed by me. We will photograph,file claims,and hopefully be reimbursed.
We have so much more than so many people. I know that. But I wish they would have had more respect for the things that are dear to us. That's what it comes down to.
I've been busy unpacking and making this house a home.
Determined to keep things in perspective. I won't say I'm not upset.I kind of want to punch someone. Just a little bit.But in reality it doesn't matter.
Don't get me wrong, they will pay.That sounds kind of like I'm in the mob or something. HAHAH! But I'm so grateful for what I do have. Telling myself that over and over and looking at my sweet girls. Whilst raging inside.
Much love, my dear friends. Have a beautiful and blessed weekend.