So, my wife, son and I just moved from California to Indiana. It took us about a week to drive out here and we’ve been here for about two weeks now. Before we moved, we hired a moving service through a reputed broker to move all our stuff accross the country. Now, we DID NOT WANT TO DO THIS. But the fact of the matter is, we are struggling right now financially, having a child is extremely difficult. Because of this, we had to move in with my mother for a while until we are financially on our feet. My mom didn’t want to have to rent a truck and drive both vehicles accross the country so she insisted on hiring a moving company. When the “reputable” movers arrived, they arrived in an unmarked truck wearing no uniforms (just t-shirts and shorts or jeans) and the man who seemed to be in charge of the operation was a very crude, rude Arabic man who spent half of the time on his bluetooth cellphone speaking half english half arabic, complaining and saying very rude and unprofessional things to someone on the other end of the line.
So, as they were loading our entire life packed up in small boxes onto an unmarked and frankly dirty truck, I professed to my mom how much I did NOT trust these people with everything we own (and a T.V. that we are in debt over). She ignored my statements and even paid these people more money when they told her that there were “extra fees”. They finished loading our things and left. The next day, we departed our beloved home and set off to Indiana. Our belongings were supposed to be delivered to our new address one day after we arrived so all we could do was hope for the best. On our way accross the U.S., our pet rat (Doc Holiday) died of over heating and I had to bury him under a tree on an indian reservation in New Mexico and one of the large boxes full of things that were absolutely irreplacable tied down on the roof of the van somehow flew off never to be seen again.
Finally, we arrive at our home in Indiana. We unload all the stuff we packed into the van, all of our animals (4 Leopard Geckos and 14 Turkish House Geckos) and our bed (an air mattress). At this point, we were just so relieved to be here and we were looking forward to getting all of our stuff the next day. But it never came. We called and called and called but no answer. Finally, two days later, they called us and said that the truck hadn’t left California yet and was due to leave that day. But after waiting a week, the truck still never came. So eventually we got ahold of them again and told them that this was no longer acceptable, that the truck needed to be here IMMEDIATELY. We were told that our things aould be put into anundiscloased storage facility locally untill we paid them another $1,550. But that was not the deal that was made. We had already paid them in full for the transprtation of our things. Then they told us that the truck was here in Greenfield Indiana and that if we didn’t pay them another $2,000, they were going to put it all in storage and it would be auctioned.
Needless to say, ALL of this is unbelievably ILLEGAL. They are now holding EVERYTHING WE OWN hostage. And there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. It is devistating because there are some things on that truck that can NOT EVER be replaced. My entire YYE card collection that I worked VERY hard at collecting to hand down to my son, several yoyo’s that were signed and sent to me specifically for my son, my ENTIRE stock of Y3 strings so my buisiness is at a standstill and pictures of my wife and her grandfather who passed away and she was extrememly close to. On top of it all, I was in the middle of a couple really big trades and some of the things that were involved in those trades are on that truck. So now I have to reverse the trades because I can’t keep my end of the deals and it’s going to probably look really bad on me and I’m hoping that I don’t get negative feedback or any sort of trouble for it. Oh, and did I mention that HALF OF MY YOYOS WERE ON THAT TRUCK? Yea. CLYW Glacier Express (MIB) just to name one example of what I’m never gonna see again.
I’m really scared…and devistated…and angry and upset and sad and mad and sick to my stomach over this…that was our entire life packed up in small cardboard boxes…gone…I don’t know what to do…