by Melinda Gallo

Il trasloco

While the bells of the Santissima Annunziata church rang at 8AM this morning, the movers rang my doorbell. I had a feeling that they'd be on time, but I was surprised that they were not even a minute late. Luckily, I was ready with all my boxes and furniture near the front door. Alessandro had helped me the night before until about 1AM to fare i pacchi (pack up) after I spent much of the day doing the rest.

An elderly man and a much younger guy came to my door and didn't seem phased by the piles of boxes and things in the hallway.

While they were taking my things down the stairs, I cleaned up the rest of the apartment a little bit. I didn't want to sit on the couch and watch them too much. Although I did notice that they turned every box I had upside down to carry it down the stairs.

After an hour, they were done and the truck was ready to go. Alessandro drove me to my new apartment and they immediately began unloading it. While they brought in my books, I immediately put them on the shelves. I tried to unpack more things as they came in so that they could take the empty boxes back down with them.

By 10AM, the movers had finished. I went downstairs to pay the driver of the taxi merci (taxi that moves large and cumbersome quantities of items) and handed him also a mancia (tip) for each of them.

I went back up to my apartment and felt a bit overwhelmed by all the boxes. I worked a few hours until Alessandro came by to take me to his parent's place for our Sunday lunch. I took a nap at their house and then came back to unpack some more.

By the end of the day, I had finished unpacking almost all of my apartment except for a few boxes because I didn't yet know what I wanted to do with them.

Afterwards, I took a shower, made the bed and slept in my new apartment. I was happy when my head hit the pillow, and couldn't wait until I could wake up again in my new place to see how it feels.

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