Who Says New Yorkers are Rude?

The last several days have been spent trying to get settled. When we got the keys to our new home, we entered and found the flowers in the above picture. There was a card welcoming us to our new home and a little bowl of fruit. This was from our landlords, whom we had not met yet. We later met our neighbor upstairs. He sacrificed his parking space for one of our PODS and was very sweet about it. He told us if we needed extra help moving in, he would be available. If it stopped there, that would be nice enough. Later he was going to store and asked if I needed any essentials for the morning.

Our PODS arrived on Friday. We needed to get the TVs, computers and phones out of the PODS and set up for the internet man who was coming the next morning. We told the movers in Texas to make sure those boxes were accessible. Was that case? No. Thanks to two fantastic guys from the church, Peter and Maurice the TVs were rescued. Unfortunately they had to remove a love seat, large chair, Tom’s desk, a futon and several boxes to get to it. We appreciated their help very much. They worked hard even when rain started to pour down on them.

Saturday came and an army from the church came and unloaded both PODS in just one hour (it rained Saturday too). While the men were taking down doors and moving heavy furniture and tons of boxes, etc. the wonderful ladies were unpacking boxes and helping to set up the kitchen, bathroom and helping to make sure my bed was made. The basement stored all our belongings that couldn’t fit in the apartment. A couple of guys moved things around and organized it so that I could easily get to the boxes.

It doesn’t stop there. Some people bought donuts, cookies, bagels, coffee, and orange juice for everyone to munch on while they worked. Wow right? What I didn’t realized was that one of the men of the church who loves to cook got up at 5:30 in the morning to make baked ziti, Chicken Masala, salad, and fruit to feed the masses. It was delicious – thank you Sal and Maria.

Tom and I felt very loved by everyone in the church. The army of help we received over the weekend was priceless to us. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Now whoever says New Yorkers are rude haven’t met these wonderful people.

© Nadine Zawacki 2009