Movin movin

Well i finally have a new place. After changing countries, moving 2 kilometeres down the road was a relative breeze. A friend came over Friday night and gave me a Tiramisu to fuel the packing from the studio apartment I was in.

The plan.. hire a car Friday night and start moving stuff over to the new place, move the bulk Saturday morning and get my stuff which was in storage since it had arrived from overseas moved in that afternoon. Simple !

I don't believe in Friday the 13th, but it was a comedy of near misses..

• Friday I received an e-mail from the real estate agent that we couldn't move in until midday Saturday..the tenants were still moving out
  
• The moving company hadn't organised my stuff to be shipped when I checked why I hadn't been called to confirm a time (I had organised this Wednesday; so I had thought)
• The Hire car company had closed at 5pm Friday night; so whilst I had requested a 5.45 p.m. pick up time, I had missed the opening hours in the confirmation mail.. However, they had not corrected me and left it to me to work out the generic message.. (who reads everything on an e-mail)

All was looking grim, the house of cards or cascading dependent event plan looked doomed..

Anyway, one discssion with the real-estate agent later by my flat-mate to be (the Agent should have told us earlier apparently) and a few phone calls to the moving company and hire car company it was all sorted..

I picked up the hire car in the morning and last nights' Tiramisu-bearing friend from his acommondation. My stuff from the existing flat moved in Saturday midday, we said hello to the tenants moving out and cleaning. My stuff from Australia moved in that afternoon and 3 professional moving staff helpfully carried it all in to the rooms each item was supposed to go.They were 3 burly fellas and had no trouble carting it all in. It was far less painless than the move out....My friend and I thanked them with 3 six packs of beer which were greatfully recieved. Cable TV was installed and the phone put on. So I spent the afternoon setting up the bed (mechano set big bed), sound system, Kitchen and so we had very nice Fish and Chips (another NZ tradition) using a packing box as a table ..

Sunday I slept in, my friend and I went for coffee, shopping for supplies and house stuff and then I dropped him at the air port. Sunday night, I watched cable TV, unpacked more boxes and went to bed happy in the new place.. I woke up to a view of a valley and extinct volano (there are many around Auckland) ..

so this week it will be unpacking boxes and setting up the rest of the house..I have unpacked a few boxes and everything so far is unbroken; a testament to a friend's careful and experienced packing technique.. I don't know what I would have done without friends like her.

happy:)