Day 1, Saturday –

Sacramento, California to Battle Mountain, Nevada on Interstate 80 (350 miles)


After surviving the move from hell, I enjoyed a day off, recuperating at my mother's house rather than a hotel, and taking the opportunity to reorganize everything I am taking with me, but it cost me a full day I planned to spend driving.

I am almost back to normal after a shower, shave, and coffee. I wave good-bye to Mother with no clue when I will...

Friday – Sacramento

The movers came and loaded all of my possessions on Thursday, a day later than originally scheduled. I chose a move-in day in one week from now, on a Thursday. That begins my 2-week window. The movers could deliver my goods anywhere between 1 and 3 weeks from now.

I am committed. If the movers arrive at my apartment in Knoxville ready to unload my possessions on Thursday, and I am not there to meet them, the penalty is $200/hour for every hour...

Moving day is done. It was a bad move and a lot went wrong that I was hoping to avoid when I went with a national mover with a good reputation.

So, what went wrong?

The local movers I had were slow, poor at communicating, poorly lead, not decisive, and missed loading items. That is all before they tried to cheat me out of $3,000.

2 days before the scheduled move, International Van Lines told me they were slipping the move by 1 day and that they would...