I can't believe it's been twelve days already since my last post. So much to share, so much to grumble about. Where, oh where, do i begin?
But when i wasn't wrapping random items in old newspapers and labeling boxes, i did manage to sneak in a few photos along the way. I haven't gotten around to editing them yet cause i've only just hooked up my computer and managed to get online this morning.
But here's a somewhat brief update of the last twelve days...
It was everything but relaxing.
The move itself went relatively smooth and thanks to the two big Russian men, J's brothers and elder brother's girlfriend for helping bringing the boxes down to the truck, it only took two hours to basically fill a 6.6 tonne truck right to the brim.
Yup.
We have that much stuff. And that doesn't include all the stuff that is still left in the cellar.
But since we had to give three months notice and our landlord couldn't find somebody to move in before the end of January we still have to pay another months' rent. Which sort of works out seeing that we still need to repair/paint part of the wall and clear out whatever stuff we have left.
Sigh.
But unlike our previous cellar which was tiled, clean and big enough to put a queen size bed plus more, the cellar we have now is quite the opposite. I'm just grateful that we've moved into a much bigger apartment.
Anyway, my biggest headache so far has had to be our IKEA kitchen.
We payed extra for IKEA to gather the components to our kitchen and when we got home we found out that some of the items were either missing or completely wrong. But perhaps it was a blessing in disguise because due to some minor miscalculations and crooked pipes, we had to make some last minute adjustments anyway.
After driving to IKEA twice because they promised to deliver the missing items the next day but didn't. They then said we had to wait a week until they could deliver the missing items and pick up the extra pieces because their schedule was full. Annoyed and frustrated because half of our kitchen was missing, J then threatened to return the whole kitchen and insisted that we get our money back.
At which point, the woman went to go speak to her boss and within a few minutes came back and said, they would deliver the pieces the next day already built at 8 in the morning.
Hmmm.
Proof that a little pressure didn't hurt no one.
So anyway, as part of The Moving deal, the big Russian men that helped with our move, also said they would set up our kitchen and do the necessary drilling. Half way through unpacking the items, they tell us that it was the first time they had ever built a kitchen from scratch.
Apparently, there are other kitchen brands that come partially built. One just has to slot the corpuses together and drill the holes for the sink and stove top to fit.
Uhhhh. OK.
We just invested just over a thousand Euros for the kitchen cabinets and knowing that they haven't put together kitchen cabinets before, only stressed me out further.
But after many hours, a few shed tears and some shuteye, they finally finished the job
Never mind that we ended up having to pay them an extra 300 Euros to drive an hour and a half last weekend to finish the job.
I guess it's safe to say, that will be the last time i will ever build an IKEA kitchen.
Anyway, as i get distracted by all the different sounds that the city has to offer and stare up at the five-storey block of apartments blocking my view, i look around me wishing the boxes that have yet to be unpacked would just magically disappear. If only there was a genie who would put away all its contents so i could get on with my errands.
Oh right! I am that genie.
But first, i need to get my arse to the hardware store which so happens to be like, twenty minutes away by foot and return some metre long blinds and various items that don't fit. Seriously, i don't know what i was measuring because i was, like, off by 20 cm.
All in all, i love being back in a big city. Everything is reachable within walking distance and shops are literally around the corner.
Great for exercise, not so great for my bank balance.
I'll be back soonish.
Hopefully with some photos.
But when i wasn't wrapping random items in old newspapers and labeling boxes, i did manage to sneak in a few photos along the way. I haven't gotten around to editing them yet cause i've only just hooked up my computer and managed to get online this morning.
But here's a somewhat brief update of the last twelve days...
It was everything but relaxing.
The move itself went relatively smooth and thanks to the two big Russian men, J's brothers and elder brother's girlfriend for helping bringing the boxes down to the truck, it only took two hours to basically fill a 6.6 tonne truck right to the brim.
Yup.
We have that much stuff. And that doesn't include all the stuff that is still left in the cellar.
But since we had to give three months notice and our landlord couldn't find somebody to move in before the end of January we still have to pay another months' rent. Which sort of works out seeing that we still need to repair/paint part of the wall and clear out whatever stuff we have left.
Sigh.
But unlike our previous cellar which was tiled, clean and big enough to put a queen size bed plus more, the cellar we have now is quite the opposite. I'm just grateful that we've moved into a much bigger apartment.
Anyway, my biggest headache so far has had to be our IKEA kitchen.
We payed extra for IKEA to gather the components to our kitchen and when we got home we found out that some of the items were either missing or completely wrong. But perhaps it was a blessing in disguise because due to some minor miscalculations and crooked pipes, we had to make some last minute adjustments anyway.
After driving to IKEA twice because they promised to deliver the missing items the next day but didn't. They then said we had to wait a week until they could deliver the missing items and pick up the extra pieces because their schedule was full. Annoyed and frustrated because half of our kitchen was missing, J then threatened to return the whole kitchen and insisted that we get our money back.
At which point, the woman went to go speak to her boss and within a few minutes came back and said, they would deliver the pieces the next day already built at 8 in the morning.
Hmmm.
Proof that a little pressure didn't hurt no one.
So anyway, as part of The Moving deal, the big Russian men that helped with our move, also said they would set up our kitchen and do the necessary drilling. Half way through unpacking the items, they tell us that it was the first time they had ever built a kitchen from scratch.
Apparently, there are other kitchen brands that come partially built. One just has to slot the corpuses together and drill the holes for the sink and stove top to fit.
Uhhhh. OK.
We just invested just over a thousand Euros for the kitchen cabinets and knowing that they haven't put together kitchen cabinets before, only stressed me out further.
But after many hours, a few shed tears and some shuteye, they finally finished the job
Never mind that we ended up having to pay them an extra 300 Euros to drive an hour and a half last weekend to finish the job.
I guess it's safe to say, that will be the last time i will ever build an IKEA kitchen.
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Anyway, as i get distracted by all the different sounds that the city has to offer and stare up at the five-storey block of apartments blocking my view, i look around me wishing the boxes that have yet to be unpacked would just magically disappear. If only there was a genie who would put away all its contents so i could get on with my errands.
Oh right! I am that genie.
But first, i need to get my arse to the hardware store which so happens to be like, twenty minutes away by foot and return some metre long blinds and various items that don't fit. Seriously, i don't know what i was measuring because i was, like, off by 20 cm.
All in all, i love being back in a big city. Everything is reachable within walking distance and shops are literally around the corner.
Great for exercise, not so great for my bank balance.
I'll be back soonish.
Hopefully with some photos.
2 comments:
"If only there was a genie who would put away all its contents so i could get on with my errands." OMG! I am feeling exactly the same way as u! Just got back to my new singapore apartment.and damn!!!!urgh,check my blog to see what went wrong.i wasnt even near to rambling.well,if it helps,Im gonna b in the same misery as U r in the nx month or so.Seriously,I will always hate to move house,no matter how noble the initial decision may sound.Period.
Sophia : Sorry to hear that your move isn't going as planned. Maybe you need to take a little step back and just breathe.
Well i wouldn't say my situation/move was miserable. I guess i've had worse times, so if i were to compare it, it wasn't all that bad, just frustrating.
Then again, if i had read your comment at the pinnacle of my stress then i would have probably whinged a lot more.
P.S. Embrace the Change, don't fight it. And maybe, things will just fall into place.
;)
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