10 Things I hate about U-Haul
1. Their trucks are never in good shape
2. There is no stereo system beyond a basic radio
3. The trucks get terrible gas mileage
4. Three times I have reserved a truck only to have to wait on the day of pick-up for a truck to be located for me
5. When I call the customer service line, my reservation number is never in their system
6. The online system, 1-800 system, and the actual pick-up locations never have the same information
7. They add erroneous items such as a "moving kit" to my order and charge me an additional $158 for these items I never asked for
8. Their employees are unbelievably rude
9. Half of the employees I have dealt with are, believe it or not, illiterate
10. It is necessary for me to deal with them yet again due to Budget trucks increasing their price
Whenever possible, I rent from Budget. I have moved many times in my life. I hate moving. Unfortunately, at 24 I have just now found a city where I believe I can live for the long-term.
A little history: When I was born, my parents were poor. My father, a musician and photographer, works erratically. My mother did not work until I was nine, because she was at home with my sister and myself. Life was not bad. But we moved a lot. And when I say 'a lot' I mean it. We moved more times than I can count before I was old enough to remember. No big deal - I don't remember it. I've counted the number of moves made since I became cognizant: 15 before college. 2 at college. 4 since, and now one more.
Cut to the present: I'm tired! Next week I fly to Chicago to pack everything I own (a lot; I'm not willing to cut my belongings down and always be on the move - I want to put down roots and be an adult, damn it). I will throw/give away and/or sell as much as I can part with, but that pretty much will only cover some furniture that I no longer need and am not attached to. I'm a pack rat, but most of the nuts I squirrel away are things that I truly love.
To aide my desire to cut out any unnecessary belongings, I've reserved a 10' truck. Anything that doesn't fit isn't coming to California, unless it's books or cooking tools, which I will ship if necessary.
When my stuff is all packed, I will proceed to drive 2,220 miles (approximately) in a crummy truck with no tape deck. Lucky for me, my beloved oslowe will be making the drive with me. By my estimation, that will halve the driving time and double the fun. Of course, nothing will take away the fact that, when we do stop driving, we will most likely be staying in the cheapest hotels available with the crummiest mattresses known to man. But hey - at least I will have my stuff.
Even if I do have to put it in storage until we can afford an apartment large enough for two.
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