Day 342 – Prior Lessons
Today was a difficult day.
The moving truck arrived, and my heart sank the instant the truck’s rear
door was opened.
The moving company had already told me they couldn’t fit all
my belongings on the truck because they had incorrectly estimated how much
space would be needed. They gave me all
sorts of excuses, and reneged on promises to my mom (who made all the
arrangements, as we were moving on the same day from the same place) to ensure
everything would be delivered if, in fact, their estimates were wrong.
But when the door opened, it was apparent they had not
packed my things in anything close to “professional” terms. I called the manager back in Portland and was
eventually screaming at him as the number of damaged or destroyed items grew
longer.
I have never had a worse moving experience in my life. I figured it out: I have moved 29 times in
the past 32 years, and having done most of these moves myself, I know a thing
or two about moving. These guys were the
worst.
So what was I grateful for today? All the lessons I’ve learned about letting go
and breathing deeply. I can’t say I
handled it well at every point, though I feel totally justified and not at all
regretful for verbally berating the moving company manager for the negligence shown
my belongings. But I’m glad I was able
to relax at all, and was glad to have had so many lessons in my past on finding
the good in the moment. I knew that most
of my belongings were now with me – those that weren’t destroyed, anyway, or
delivered to my mom by mistake – and I could begin the long task of moving into
my own home.
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