Yesterday was a day of drama.
Auntie Pearl finally got the key to her resale apartment, and a mover was supposed to move her furniture from the apartment she sold to the one she bought.
Repeated queries as to whether he can handle two truckload's worth of furniture met with no objection. In the end, despite us waiting till close to midnight, the mover was a no-show.
A blessing in disguise because when we opened the door to the resale apartment, we had the shock of our life. Bundled up black plastic bags and items were strewn everywhere. The stench of musty, old stuff was pervasive throughout the house. This was surprising because the house had looked and smelled completely different during house viewing day. Guess we didn't eyeball each nook and corner and sniffed enough during house viewing. Now it look like we had wandered into a hoarder's smelly compound.
Either the seller ran out of timeline to clear the space, or simply junk the stuff onto us.
It took us a full night to clear just one portion of the seller's loot, sufficient to create space for the furniture to be shifted in. As it turns out, it took another few days to complete clearing the loot from every room. That's how much stuff was left behind for us to clear.
We are lucky that the gentlemen who bought Auntie Pearl's house was obliging enough to allow the massive haul of furniture to reside there though the house now belongs to him, till we locate a new mover. Many movers could not fulfill last minute requests or would charge a premium.
Thankfully, mover Jervis (Mobile 94899985) came to the rescue, moving the stuff across the very next day. His team of workers were polite and resilient despite the two truck's loads of hard work.
Now, our journey towards turning this house into a livable space begins..
