Our life arrived in Tennessee! Our life arrived in Tennessee!
After bidding all of our belongings adieu back on July 30, our 1-800-PACK-RAT pod showed up in the South without a hitch on Aug. 15. Truth be told, we could have even accessed it sooner as the company called about delivering it last week, but with my granddad’s 90th birthday party this weekend and a bazillion family members in town for that, there just wasn’t time to unload. So we settled on 7:30am Monday morning.
Armed with SVV, my dad and my dad’s pal Kim, we headed 20 minutes up the road bright and early to the storage facility my dad owns. The driver was running a bit late—luckily, the company called us an hour in advance to notify us of this—but once he showed up, he offered to help us put all of our stuff into the two 10′ x 10′ units Kim had set aside for us. Typically, the drivers don’t do this as part of the service—they’re there to do just what the job description says: drive—but instead of leaving the pod behind for three days and then trucking all that way out to the boondocks to pick it up again, the driver offered to assist us with everything if we could unload the pod that day and save him a trip.
So unload the pod that day we did. Of course, this being the South in August, it was approximately 127 degrees that morning (luckily the humidity was kept at bay), so the men looked like they’d been swimming by the time everything we own had been transferred from the container into the unit. (I was the conductor…too many cooks spoil the broth and all that jazz.)
And, miraculously, not a thing was scratched, cracked or even dirtied up. You can’t ask for better service than that!
It took a full two hours, and I’ll admit there were times when I thought our stuff wasn’t going to fit into storage. Logically, that didn’t make sense of course, as our container was smaller at 16′ x 8′ but still it was a tight squeeze.
I will say that while I previously noted that our stuff came in just under the 8,500-pound weight limit, the driver on this side showed us the actual total…
10,000 pounds! Can you even believe it?! How on Earth we crammed 10,000 pounds worth of crap—after we sold a lot of our furniture and ran five car loads over to Goodwill at that—into a 1,000-square-foot San Francisco apartment is beyond me. But we did, so there. Maybe you should hire us to pack up your crap next time you move! (I kid, I kid…I never want to have to move again. Uh, until the spring, when we unload our storage unit and relocate everything once again to Nashville!)
A huge thanks to Pack Rat—and to our chivalrous driver who got nice and sweaty on our behalf—for transporting our life across country without a hitch!
Full disclosure: For the purpose of reviewing their services, Pack Rat provided us with a 30% media discount. That said, all opinions are our honest experience with the company.