The Moving Out (Part 1)

I've always been an expert in making my room messy, and my mom knows that well. Before my mom came to LA for my graduation, Dear and I helped cleaning up our apartment. When mom arrived, it looked good, but she still had doubts about fitting all the stuff into our car for the road trip. I told her everything's planned and not to be worried about.

So after my parents went back to Thailand, the moving started.

I had so much furniture and I posted a lot of them on Craigslist. I also emailed a couple of friends if they were interested in buying the furniture. Many household items were sold quite easily because of their small sizes.

The problem? The queen size bed and sofa bed.

It took me a couple of weeks to sell the bed. This person emailed me and asked if she could come at look. She stopped by after school to decide, and she liked the bed. It took us about an hour to go get her car, come back, and move the bed into the car. We were sweating when we were done, but we had to pick up our friend at the airport that night. By the time we got home, we were so exhausted.

Now the sofa bed situation was a bit more complicated. The first person who contacted me asked if I could hold on to it for her. After a lot of frustration from losing many buyers because of holding this sofa bed for her, she finally showed up with her boyfriend and a truck. The sofa bed was huge. I don't remember exactly how the IKEA people even got it through the door, but magically after half an hour, we managed to get it through the door.

Our next stop was the elevator. It took us another half an hour to get the sofa bed downstairs and I guess a lot of tenants weren't happy about that. Our last obstacle was the getting it through the two-door apartment entrance. It doesn't sound like a problem if there weren't the fact that only one door was open. The manager and maintenance guy refused to open the other door for us, shoot... Fortunately, some where in the middle of my argument with the manager, the sofa bed got its way out. This proves that USC people are not only strong but clever. (Yes, the buyer was a USC alumni.) So the whole thing took almost two hours and four people.

I thought everything was over but it wasn't. We never had the "dress rehearsal". Simply put, it's trying to fit everything left into the car before we really leave LA. And that merits another entry so see you next time!