OK. After a fairly painful day of moving, we finally got everything inside. I dont know what was worse; hauling everything up 3 flights of stairs, or the fire brigade that held us up an hour.
Seems someone who lived in our building let their father use her apartment. While there, he started something cooking and then left to go back to work. With the stove still on mind. Well, after a few hours (we saw him at about noon) we saw smoke coming out of the apartment at about 5 in the afternoon. We called the fire department and 3 fire trucks (big ones too) came rolling up within 2 minutes. After they mercilessly beat down the door with an axe (very cool to watch by the way), they pulled out the charred remains of what appeared to be chicken and potatoes, along with the melted pot they were in.
All in all, we did the right thing calling them as it was about to go off and combusted the curtains next to the stove which would have been “bad for everyone”, said the firefighters.
Anyways, we finished about around 10:30 in the evening after about 12 hours of moving. I just now (2 days later) have enough energy back to make a post about it.
The new place is pretty awesome not that we are finally all in. The loft above the kitchen is the perfect office space for my wife and I and the kids have their own room to play in. My wife and I, by that same note, have our own room, which is very much preferable to the old situation.
Ill post pics of the place when I find my camera (its in a box somewhere).
-Cheers