My Move Was a Nightmare From Beginning to End! It was my fault, I didn't pack properly which means unpacking will be a huge challenge. When I booked the movers last Friday, I got a quote for a 1BR/BA apt. because that's what I was living in. I forgot just how much stuff I own, consequently when they arrived Tuesday morning I was less than half way done. So the movers did the bulk of my packing. Had my apartment been clean and organized this would not have been a problem. Unfortunately, due to my depression, poor health, and a modicum of laziness my apartment was a Collyer Bros. nightmare. The $800 + 10% for gas estimate which I had been given was for a 1BR/1BA, 2,000 pound move. I thought that was fair. Unfortunately, when moving day came I had what the head mover said was closer to 7,000 pounds of stuff at 60 cents a pound. He decided to cut me a break and charge me a flat $5,000 for the move. This included the fees for using their boxes, tape, and bubble wrap for breakables. The movers packed a total of 116 boxes including furniture. They arrived about 9:45 AM Tuesday and left about 2:00 PM. I left so much stuff I would really liked to have kept; but I just couldn't afford to pay more for the move. Actually since my mom was kind enough to pay for the movers, I just didn't feel right having her pay all that money to tote my stuff across the country. My friend Chuck drove me to the Philadelphia airport. I had plenty of time to check in for my 6:06 PM flight. Due to the thunderstorms my Delta flight was delayed 3 times before 9:00 PM, around 10:00 PM they finally cancelled the flight and I had to re-book for the next morning. Fortunately, my buddy Chuck was able to pick me up and I crashed at his place Tuesday night. Wednesday morning he took me back to the airport. My 9:56 AM flight was also delayed and we left around 11:00 AM and landed at Atlanta Hartsfield Airport at 1:15 PM. (I like the Atlanta airport because it's like a small mall, so much food and decent shopping at various price points.) My mom misunderstood what I said Tuesday night so they weren't there when I arrived. For some reason she thought I was going to call her before I got on the plane in Philly. I didn't call before I left because my cell had completely gone dead. So when I called at baggage claim they were puttering around the house. My mom was just getting out of the shower. It was about 3:00 PM before they picked me up. Mind you I had been up since 6:00 AM and by now was ready for a serious nap. Then my mom had a number of errands to run, so we didn't make it home until about 7:00 PM. I put together moms new computer, we had dinner, watched a bit of tv, and I was in bed and asleep by 11:00 PM. The next day I was up by 7:00 AM to see my parents off. They went on a 3-day bus trip to Savannah, GA with their Senior Center. They got back late Saturday night. I have done mostly nothing except sleep, eat, and watch tv. For some reason my parents (Dad in particular) don't think I should be driving...at all. WTF?!? At least in NJ I was walking distance to a bus stop! There is no bus stop out here, nor is there a train. I sort of understand their reasoning. The Meniere's gives me sporadic bouts of vertigo and I am also narcoleptic; that however is controlled with medication. So now I feel like a prisoner in a gilded cage. Worse I dont have my stuff so I feel a bit out of sorts. My darling daddy was kind enough to rent me a 10'x10' storage unit and now I am somewhat worried that won't be enough. I am using my moms new pc which has Vista so I can't get into chat until next week, when my computer arrives.