Movin' on Up .. or over

After doing a full grocery shop, we hurried back to the condo, aware anything which could melt, would melt, in the trunk of the car. We grabbed a luggage cart and hauled the bags up to the condo. I put all of the food away.

Let me repeat: I put all of the food away. I made a pot of coffee and was ready to chill and read my book.

The phone rang.

It was the front office. The woman was talking and talking and talking. All I heard was, "You'll have to move to another unit."

I kept saying, "but I did my grocery shopping."

There was no hot water. There would be no hot water until Tuesday. I kept the phone to my ear and I was thinking, 'who needs hot water, it's hot as hell outside.'

It's like she heard my thoughts. "Ma'am you can't live there without hot water until Tuesday."

Why not? I did grocery shopping. I put all of the clothes away.

I asked if the unit was better than I had now and she said she had two available. I left Victoria napping, and went over to the office and they showed me the two units. I took the unit with the better balcony and view. I went back to the condo and packed up.

Packed up the groceries too. Packed up the clothes. I knew it was too good to be true, to have our unit ready in the morning. I just knew it. I spent the next few days running back and forth to buildings, looking for items we had left behind. What a complete nightmare that was, unpacking twice. I don't recommend it.