This isn't my first rodeo. I have moved across the country twice before. But gone are the days, of throw a few things in the box and drive into the sunset. Moving as newlyweds and moving as a family of five - is like the difference between playing Little League and playing in the Majors. It is a whole different game.
every week (or day), it seems like there is some new major issue.
, it was the repair negotiations. Monday, it was the due diligence
deadline and some problem with a signature.
The rest of
this week, it has been the "no room in the inn" debacle. Despite the
earlier information I was given that "there is no problem with temp
housing." There is in fact many problems with temporary housing.
Including the very important fact, that there are often no slots
available in the summer. So as nice as the weather is in California, I
didn't want to be living in a tent when we got there. For the past four
months, the relocation company has known the nice, polite, Southern,
stay-at-home-mom Gigi. The one, who remembers that you get more flies
with honey than you do with vinegar. So far that style has worked very
But tell me my family doesn't have a home, and
the folks at the relocation company got to meet a whole new Gigi. The
one who used to work in corporate America and managed large teams and
big projects. The one who is Italian, assertive, and outspoken. I was
still polite and professional, but I sure as heck wasn't saying yes to
"your family can live in 750 sq ft with a known bed bugs problem and an
off the chart crime score." Guess what!!! Somehow, they have found us a
spot in a three bedroom apartment in a relatively safe area without a
reputation for bed bugs.
So lesson learned, always try
to go with the honey first. But if is means being homeless, remember
that the squeaky wheel gets oiled.
That is life in the stroller lane.