I hate moving

I haven't posted lately, because we don't have the internet right now. (I am actually using my parents computer.) Moving to North Baltimore was probably the worst experience I have had so far this year (or maybe any year in fact) On top of the usual stress that goes with moving. We had a half-an-hour to get the carpets shampooed and wax the floors... We got the type of shampoo that you rub into the carpet yourself and then you sweep the left over stuff off the floor. Well, half way through this whole process the sweeper breaks. (We ended up using the broom to try to mix the dry balls of white stuff back into the carpet, it must of worked because she didn't notice it.) We crammed everything into out U-Haul and we were finally ready to go. We were almost to his grandparents when I remembered that we had to drop the mattress off at my parents house. Chris turned around and when we got there he opened the back of the U-Haul to get the mattress. In the process breaking our living room lamp. We head to his grandparents and I leave first because I was parked behind him... He pulls into his grandparents house (on the other side of North Baltimore, so basically down the street) and the U-Haul is open. Initially I laughed because I couldn't think of anything that was really valuable that we put in there. (Kitchen, bathroom stuff, etc.) Chris just started freaking out. He screams at me to get in the car. We drive down the street and find nothing. I couldn't understand why he was so upset. Then he tells me that his comics were in the back of the U-Haul. I had competely forgotten. (Chris has collected comics since he was a little Kid) Since he didn't have a lot of friends growing up his comics were basically his life and entertainment... We get down the road and still haven't found anything. Chris drops me off and heads around town to ask people. He goes to this house that had some stuff in the street that looked like it might have fallen out (paper plates, etc.) The guy opens his door and he has some of our stuff in his living room. Chris is like "Thats my stuff." He asks the guy what happened. The guy basically tells him that he looks out his door and this dark truck is loading all of this stuff in his truck. This is the stuff that he left behind... I have never seen Chris cry so hard. It broke my heart. I know that that may sound stupid to other people, but he grew up with those characters. Those comics were his only possession that he really loved. (probably more than me:) ) We did everything to get that stuff back. We asked people. We went to the police station everything. No one turned anything in and basically we have come to the conclusion that some people aren't as honest as what they could or should be. I told my brother what happened and he told me that God must be punishing us for materialism. That really pissed me off. I know that as an outsider it is easy to say that "God is trying to teach you something, or maybe those people needed that stuff more." It is easy to say that to someone if it didn't happen to you. When it happens to you it hurts and it is frustraiting and it totally pisses you off, but if it happens to someone else it doesn't seem to be as big of a deal. We know that they will probably sell his stuff on Ebay or something, but there is no real way that we can prove that they are stolen to stop them. We went to Toledo to try to replace some of the ones that he had lost. I saw one that came out a month ago with a sketch drawn cover for $99.00 Chris had several of those from like 7-10 years ago. So for the most part we couldn't really afford to replace what he lost. My heart hurts for him because I know that he is so upset about it. I know that they were just possessions, but they were his possessions and we don't really have anything as it is.
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So we move into the house. Nothing has been moved out. So it has been quite a tight squeeze.... With all of our furniture and everything else in piles basically, I can't wait to get all of it done so I don't have to think about it anymore.
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On a lighter note. We did get some of Chris' paintings back. A friend of his family's saw stuff falling out so he put all of Chris' paintings on the side of the road and followed us to tell Chris' mom where he had put everything. (unfortunately, the other stuff had fallen out earlier) The rest of the stuff that happened this week is another LONG story, so I will wait until my next blog to tell everyone the rest.