the couch that couldn't

Monday morning threw us a curveball. The woman who was moving into our apartment, and buying everything in the apartment, and buying the car, won't be coming anymore. Whoa. Strike one for us (well, one and two- one for the stuff, two for the car). Then strike 3... the killer. We were informed that we had until Thursday at 5 to have everything EVERYTHING out of our apartment for the family that would be moving in.

So, we spent yesterday boxing up years and years of past missionary family stuff (read: junk). Then this morning, a crew of 5 arrived to help move the big furniture downstairs, into the basement storage. It took about 2 hours to get it all down there... and some creativity.

The couch was too big to fit down our two sets of curvy steps. They tried and tried. So, they lowered it over the balcony with ropes. Here is the play by play.

here's the couch looking so innocent

(and ugly, but that is beside the point)
and here's the skinny, curvy steps.

there's another set that look nearly identical to these

going down one more flight.

over it goes

like rapelling with the sofa (what lovely greenery we have in our yard)

swinging it to the man on the ground, yes, swinging

and, they've got it

Needless to say, this week has looked very different than what we expected, but here we are, sitting in an empty apartment on the floor. We are down to a mattress on the floor, our suitcases and our laptop. Just about where we were exactly a year ago, just in CA.
Wow, talk about full circle.