On Thursday we were still casually packing stuff in a fairly calm and organised manner. On Friday we realised that moving day was fast approaching and things got a little more panicky. On Saturday we were running around throwing stuff in boxes and making a couple of trips to the new place to free up space (and reclaim some boxes for repacking). By Sunday we were packing like maniacs, throwing anything into whatever box we could find with no more thought to organisation or labelling.
On Monday the movers arrived. We were still packing. We made some piles of stuff “we would take care of” and told them to take the rest. They were loaded up in 3 hours and unloaded at the other end just as quickly. We went back to the house to finish packing. Another trip with three cars and we still didn’t have everything out.
Tuesday, Jen went and cleaned and picked up more stuff. Richard filled his truck once more. There were still the plants left.
Wednesday, Jen got the plants, the house was finally empty. Not as clean as we would’ve liked but at least it was empty.
Now we have an apartment full of boxes, filled with stuff that we have no idea what we’re going to do with. Half the boxes are either unlabelled or labelled wrongly. I think we’ll be unpacking for a while…
But we have a useable living room and kitchen and a place to sleep, so life is good. Walking to work is a joy (walking home again, not so much) and being able to walk to the supermarket is equally joyous.
We’re never moving again (just like we said three years ago).