Little Old Lady Moving Company is out of business

My sister and I are retiring from moving my son

I was an older mother when I had my son. Doctors each Geriatric Pregnancy is so encouraging.

My sister, Elaine, and I took her to her nursery after she was born. After what seemed like a few weeks, we moved him to his college dorm.

He was there partly to take me to his college town and two hours away. I was on xanax to get the experience, so I couldn’t drive. It was also her 18th birthday, and I signed her card “Love, Carol” instead of “Love, Mom.” I wasn’t quite myself.

We put up her Megan Fox poster, made her bed — a college had to replace it because she’s 6’5″, and the standard college dorm bed is too small. We laid out a rug on the floor, carried all his clothes and personal belongings – mostly electronics he couldn’t live without – into the dorm, and drove off, I was barely holding it together.

I have been waiting for this day since he was born. I was isolated in the movie theater toy story When the boy leaves his toys and goes to college. My sister was ready to cry for me after we dropped her off, and I was surprised I didn’t. I told him “One word. Xanax.”

Four years later, my sister and I moved him out of the apartment he lived in during his last two years of college. She swore she would never move again, all the bottles of wine, old food in the fridge, the dirty bathroom and the collection of high heels on a shelf – just one of each pair. don’t ask

There have been a few moves since then, but he’s managed mostly on his own with the help of friends. Big guys who can move big things. Not little old ladies like me and her aunt.

Last week he moved to Los Angeles from Austin, Texas. Her only real help was me and my sister. After this step, her aunt Ellen and I came Retirement from ongoing business. Since I was already “geriatric” when he was born, we’re both now completely old for a millennial, or whatever, walking style.

What is moving millennial style you ask? If you have to ask, there are clearly no millennials in your life. More specifically, no millennial men in your life.

Millennial men throw everything into as few boxes as possible, stuff the rest into their cars, sell what they can and donate the rest, which often means leaving stuff on the curb.

My son first moved to Los Angeles when he was 26, at the onset of covid. He packed everything he owned into his Toyota sedan and drove out. He lived with me, so all the furniture was mine, along with all his art and childhood memorabilia. It was a fairly easy step.

He bought beds, nightstands, desks and chairs when he arrived. This being LA where everyone but movie moguls and stars have roommates, he moved several times, once placing his TV with other furniture, as millennial men do in LA. Another time, his former cocaine-sniffing landlord left his TV and computer monitor on. He refused my offer and stormed back to the place. Because he knew I would.

Luckily, I was still in Texas during that move, and didn’t get arrested for breaking and entering his stuff, nor wrestle my car off the curb.

Like a millennial he got back with me two years ago.

I flew to LA and we drove his car back to Austin, the car was filled with gills again, if the car had gills. Fortunately, he had it packed before I arrived, so I didn’t have to help.

After two years with me, and a move to Santa Fe, New Mexico, she’s ready to come back to L.A. It’s a place you have to be ready for.

This time, I had a compelling reason to help her, as I left furniture, photos, art, and memorabilia in the apartment we shared. It doesn’t sound like much without the furniture, but it’s a lifetime of his artwork, school supplies, photographs, cards, toys and other memorabilia, and several paintings.

The plan was to sell all the furniture, and she didn’t want to take any of the kitchen items with her. It left behind his clothes, electronics, work computers and monitors, bedding, basketballs, books and other miscellaneous items.

Never mind that he had sixty days to pack up after giving notice to end the lease. She had four weeks before I arrived to help clear things out, including selling everything but her bed. He waited till I came.

Well, at this time, he was finishing up an app, called a meditation/manifestation app. vortexWhich uses my AI voice for affirmations and meditation. I certainly want to support that effort. He works full time for iHeart Media.

He took the time to do a farewell brunch with his pose. The same pose he did no Show him to help move. Not that he asked them. They will be. They are all great guys.

Granted, we moved him during the work week, because he and I needed a bookend weekend to drive to and from Santa Fe to Los Angeles, neither of us working. We both work remotely. My sister took a few days off to help out. Although, by help He didn’t really want to do the packing and loading. He remembers walking in and out of the dorm and swearing Never again.

Guess who’s actually packing and loading? Never say never.

It’s actually good news that all of his friends have day jobs, or night jobs and sleep during the day, so couldn’t help it. A job is a job in this economy, and these are all ambitious young men.

Also, we didn’t have to move any furniture. That’s what I told my sister when she realized we had to help. How hard can it be, right?

difficult

How underestimated I am i am was left behind. Seriously, how many boxes of photos can a small family store? Five boxes and a hulking plastic tub, to be exact.

I had to get away from every photograph and piece of memorabilia by the third day — the day my sister arrived. He is praying.

I think it will take a year to move him. My sister, ever the organized, smart one, told me to put five in my car when I got home to Santa Fe, count them, five, to go through the box of photos. we did They look at me as I write.

My son underestimated how much he saved in about three years. He has recording and photography equipment. Three monitors, two of which are for work and creation. The third is for gaming. What did you expect?

Add to that clothing, notebooks, basketballs, costumes for her TikTok and YouTube skits, and all of her cat Leah accessories, etc.

As for packing, she had a total of two, count them, two big boxes for us to pack everything in, so there was definitely a box run.

With my sister orchestrating, both of us packing and all of us loading three cars, we managed to get it done in three days. The furniture was all sold at the last minute, we donated a lot of things, with me actually driving them to the Salvation Army and Goodwill. Apartment management frowns on putting things on hold.

We put a carpet cleaner on the breezeway that I used, and when I got back I realized how much it was needed here. But there is not even an inch of space left in any of our cars for this. I’m sure it went to a good home.

There was a lot of shifting and rearranging of things in the cars to enable us to see through the rear windshield. Her cat, Leah, was given her prescribed gabapentin to keep her calm on the two-day drive. this time, i am There was no medicine, but I managed to keep my cool anyway. I’ve had time to adjust to it myself over the years since college.

He and Leah are now happily in LA, living the Creator’s life and recovering in every way. California is to him what Santa Fe is to me.

The next step though, he needs to hire people. his Geriatric Mother and aunt are officially retired from running businesses. It’s best to trust that we’re leaving things for him to clean up when we’re gone.

For more adventures of Blake, Carol and Elaine, click below.

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This post was Previously published on MEDIUM.COM.

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