Home Sweet Home at Last

Well, my weeks of being "homeless" have come to an end. Now, the fact is that I was never really homeless. I mean, I wasn't out on the street or anything like that. I have to tell you that God has blessed me with incredible friends, and they all rallied around me during this whole adventure. Thanks to my friends, my feet never touched the ground, but that didn't stop me from worrying.

All through the whole thing, I kept thinking that something was wrong. I just knew that something was going to go terribly wrong. It didn't. Unless you count having to move twice in a month! Now, the first time out, my friends helped me take care of everything, but the capper on this story is that, in the weeks since I first moved out of mold central, my friends moved too.

Well, I broke out the handy Yellow Pages and began looking for movers. I can only figure that most of the moving companies are in collusion with the people who rent property since the cost of moving has escalated as well. One moving company I called wanted $117.00 just to show up. Man, that takes nerve.

Well, wouldn't you know that I finally found a moving company that didn't charge for just showing up, plus their hourly fee was more than reasonable. I can't tell you the name of the moving company because that might be construed as "plugola." If you're not familiar; plugola is when you mention someone on the air and they, under the table, give you goods or services in return. Let's say the practice is very frowned up in the industry. I will tell you this about the movers. They have a truck and two cajuns showed up to move me.

These guys were a blur of activity! They got there, did the job, and were on their way to their next job in no time! The move ended up costing a fraction of what I thought it would.

So now, I have all my stuff in my new house. Most of it is in boxes, but that's okay for now. I can't describe the immediate relief of moving in that last box of belongings. I'll tell you what a difference finally getting moved made: When I went to assemble my bed, there was a tiny piece missing,so I had to order it from the manufacturer. Until it gets here, I will be sleeping on my camp cot.

Sounds terrible, doesn't it? Let me tell you, I was so happy to be in my own place again that I slept better on that camp cot last night than I have in weeks. Thanks to everyone who responded to my situation. I can't tell you how gratifying it is to know that total strangers care. I think it's just how people are around here.

It's so good to be home.