Husband moved yesterday on the reservation from one quarter of a double wide trailer to half of a double wide trailer right next to his work. The old trailer, where he has lived for four years, was across from the casino and right next to a gravel pit, so it was pretty dusty. The fridge didn’t work, and he kept his food cold in a camping cooler. It was sort of like a studio apartment with a bathroom. Now he has a bedroom and a bathroom and a kitchen. The fridge works. He has a dishwasher and a washer/dryer.
The trailer set up is thus: two double wide trailers are attached to one another end on end, one intended as a sober house for men, and one for women. There was never enough staff to make the sober houses functional. They connect in the middle in a laundry and furnace room. Husband and I were moving things into the laundry room when we realized that the door had closed and we were locked in. We had no key . There was no one nearby to hear us call for help. We were possibly locked in the room forever. Neither of us had a phone. Luckily, there was a kitchen knife above the washing machine, and I pried the lock open. It was a very frightening two minutes.
Tell about some of your moving adventures.