Ten days in SF was the perfect amount of time to pack our stuff, say our goodbyes and enjoy this beautiful town one last time before moving. The hardest part was leaving Vivian behind, especially during Mother's Day.
Myryah's first Mother's Day and no Vivian! But the cool thing was when we took the bikes out to ride through Golden Gate Park to the beach, and on the way we stopped to visit our friends Jules, Christian and their baby, Audren. Jules explained that she was feeling nauseous and Myryah insisted that we buy an EPT. Well, the test came out positive and we were there to witness it... on Mother's Day, no less. Pretty cool.
It took us 3 days to pack the truck with the help of 2 laborers. Fortunately, one of them named Anthony had experience working on the Oakland docks, which gave us piece of mind that everything would be packed properly. The other one, an 80lb Latino wonder named Ceasar Chavez
(really!), never spoke a word (I think he was mute), but was as strong as an ox. Both very hard workers and well worth their wages.
After several days of visiting folks we made it
back to Brooklyn in time to receive the truck. It was a day late. But that was okay because it gave us a chance to clean the empty apartment and deal with the hook-ups. The moving company gave us 4 hours to unload the truck, but it took us 6. I had 3 guys helping me, and Myryah directed them as they entered the apartment while tending to Vivian. We saved the 9-foot solid oak table for last. It was too big to fit in the elevator so all four of us pushed it up 4 flights of stairs. The thing must weigh around 300 lbs! We actually lost track of what floor we were on, passed our level and hit the door to the roof... which tripped the alarm! We were hot, tired and exhausted and yelling at each other as we stumbled back down to the 5th floor. Despite a few minor rub marks and scratches, everything made it in one piece, including one 5 ft round mirror.
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