Good Move, Part 2: It’s Flooding Down in Texas

Okay, not a flood. God knows we hear too much of that in Houston for me to tease that. But this move has been an experience with more twists than the Snake River, and one of them came up yesterday when we were taking things to the climate-controlled storage unit.

About two months ago Mrs. Bad Ass rented a storage unit out in Katy. The goal was to put things in there that needed some climate control. Because we live in Houston along the coast, we preferred Katy because of less flooding. The unit was on the second floor, too, so no water concerns. And the items we were putting in there were things that would suffer the most from water damage. Books, paintings, taxidermy, etc.

Since May, Houston has been inundated with rain. It’s our rainy season, and it lasts from May to June. Some people hate it because it is days and days of rain with no relief from gray skies and at least a sprinkle. Often thunderstorms roll through. And when the rain stops, it’s done. We won’t see anything until August. I’ve learned that the rains are a blessing. They keep temperatures down. When the rain stops early, summer is going to be an extra layer of heat.

After one of the first storms, we drove up to the storage unit to drop off a few more items.

For the second floor, that’s a lot of water. Apparently there was a roof leak that drained through the third floor and hit the second floor as well. The damage was not horrendous. The main thing it destroyed was one old Christmas tree and our satisfaction with the storage facility, which didn’t help us, didn’t call us back for days, and then agreed to help us move our items into a new unit, only to the day of say they never said such a thing. Basically, they couldn’t give two shits about the predicament they caused. So on at least two days, after a weekend of working around the clock moving furniture and being thoroughly exhausted, I got to spend my Sunday evening removing all items from the one unit and replacing them back in, then another weekend moving all items from one end of the storage unit and moving them to the other side. Seriously, I hate this place. If it weren’t for the fact that we’re in the middle of the move, my desire would’ve been to remove all our belongings and tell them to stick it.

At least two paintings, one of which is pictured above, we did bring back home with us. I refuse to trust these people with those paintings. Neither one of them are of immense value, but they are both sentimental to my wife and I.

In summary: In the middle of our “move,” we dealt with a flood on the second floor of a building to protect our belongings from the one thing the facility was supposed to protect it from.

But I want to end this on a positive note and bring it back to yesterday, when we were in the facility (nothing water-damaged) and Mrs. Bad Ass was re-organizing the closet. See, yours truly did the first move. I was in a mode, and I took everything from one closet and shoved it in the other. It was not organized well, probably because I was dead tired when I did it. So today my wife organized it much better. She has mad re-org skills, y’all. This woman is the Queen of Tetris, if Tetris wasn’t a video game but real life.

The weekend moves are complete, though. The next step is the moving company arrives Tuesday morning to move all the large items. Tuesday night, we should be in our new apartment, and then the house closes Friday! (Fingers crossed.)

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