09/25/2026
Moving Gabi was done over a period of four days.
Her house sale closed on Monday and she was so excited that she slept there right away on an air mattress—for two nights!
The first big piece Steve and I delivered was her couch (thanks, TC!). Next was her bed. Wrestling a mattress up those steep steps was NO joke.
I mention in my reel that the tailgate on Steve’s truck is busted. That was unexpected—we only discovered it this week. So moving things wasn’t exactly easy, especially since it was just Steve and me loading that couch.
Another little hiccup: Gabi’s front door sits right next to her very narrow street. If a car is parked right in front of it, we would literally have to lift the furniture OVER the car!
Since we didn’t know the neighbors yet—or the culture of the street—we had no idea if we could ask someone to save a parking spot for moving day.
So I did what I could do… I PRAYED. 🙏🏼
On couch-moving day, there was, of course, a car parked right in front of her door. But just as we were trying to figure out what to do, the neighbor realized we were moving a couch and moved her car right away.
Yesterday, I prayed that the spot would be vacant.
And it was. 🙏🏼
Gabi is getting settled in. She still needs a cool armchair, ottoman and coffee table, but she’s not in a rush. She wants to find the perfect pieces.
And maybe that’s the lesson in all of this…
Sometimes you don’t need to have everything figured out. You just take the next step, do what you can, and trust that somehow the space you need will open up.
P.S. Speaking of space opening up… we finally have our porch, foyer, dining room and living room back!
For two weeks, while Gabi was in between her old apartment and her new home, ALL of her belongings occupied our entire first floor.
While we were in North Carolina, my new-ish next-door neighbor called and asked if we could move our cars from the driveway because he was having his windows washed.
I told him we were on vacation, but that I’d give him the code so he could come in and move our cars himself.
It was his first time inside our home.
Alas, he may think that we are hoarders.
