As I shared yesterday, I purchased a twenty-drawer antique cabinet from Ekster antiques and, when I drove to the barn to pick it up, I bought another large piece. I bought this gorgeous European glass front cabinet that was way too big to fit in my van. The wheels in my head were turning as I contemplated how I was going to get the piece home.
Our truck bed was too small, but maybe we could strap it in? No…too risky. I was going to have my dad drive a truck to Lucketts in case I needed it for a large purchase and maybe he could pick it up for me? Could we have it delivered?
Every scenario I went to was about having someone else drive a vehicle that would be large enough to pick it up. That’s just not something I do.
With all of the furniture I have bought and sold over the years, I have always had other people drive the trucks. I’ll load, unload, and do all of the refinishing, reupholstering, and painting, but I am not going to drive the truck. It just seemed too far out of my comfort zone.
As I was running through different scenarios in my head, the easiest answer was for me to rent a truck or cargo van and pick it up myself. The thing that gave me the confidence to even have that thought was the fact that my sweet friend, Maria of Dreamy Whites, has been stepping way out of her comfort zone to fill a container of goodies from Europe to sell out of her physical shop in California and her online shop HERE. This meant she would have to drive a cargo van in Europe. And she has done it, not once but several times. We chatted on the phone about it and I commended her for her bravery. In the back of my head was the thought – but I could never.
That thought was followed by another thought – Of course, I could. If Maria can rent a cargo van and drive it in Europe, I can rent a cargo van and drive it here to pick up that piece. And, if that goes well, I can rent a cargo van to take to Lucketts so I’m ready to buy and haul big pieces on my own.
And that’s just what I did. Yesterday, I picked up a cargo van and nervously drove it back to the house to meet my mom and load up moving blankets and shrink wrap. I got it to the house without incident (except I somehow bumped the hazard lights and then couldn’t figure out how to turn them off!) Jeff gave me an out. “I can always drive it for you and pick up the piece if you don’t feel comfortable.”
“No, I can do this.”
And I did. Not only did I drive it an hour to Hamilton, but I drove on gravel roads, had a few hairy moments when the van was spinning its wheels in said gravel, and I even backed up to a loading dock. I mean, that van was kissing the dock as if it had been put there by someone who knew what they were doing.
And I opted to drive home on country roads through small towns instead of taking the highways. When I got home, Jeff congratulated me. It seems like a silly thing, being proud of driving a cargo van with a 9′ bed, but it was a step past my comfort zone, and that’s always something to be noted and celebrated.
We unloaded the cabinet and table and I drove the van back to return it. Jeff rode with me and I told him he couldn’t drive it because he wasn’t listed as a driver on the rental contract. It was definitely a reversal of roles and one that made me smile a little bit.
And now I am full of myself. “I can buy all kinds of huge pieces of furniture now and there is nothing to stop me!”
Of course, I say that all in fun. I won’t be renting cargo vans willy-nilly, but I know that I can if and when I need to. And it’s all because a friend I follow online shared her own steps outside of her comfort zone. What we share in passing, in-depth, no matter how small, it matters. It all matters.
While I was conquering perceived limitations, the floors in our house were being sanded and filled. If all goes well, the floors will be finished by Thursday or Friday and then we’ll be able to properly move in. It’ll feel so amazing, after all of the traveling and upheaval, to finally be able to unpack our suitcases and really settle in.