I closed on my new house yesterday. YAY!!!
Now, I have to move. 
I should get the keys tomorrow, I set the move-out date on my apartment for June 14th. That’s right, I’m paying for my apartment for three weeks after the house is available, to allot plenty of time for the move …
Why do I have this premonition that I’ll be frantically lugging things around on June 13th? 
I’m abandoning most of my heaviest furniture. Some things just aren’t worth the effort.
(Crud. It just clicked that June 13th is my younger son’s 6th birthday. I hope I’m not still moving then …)
**Biggirl, ** I feel your pain…and I haven’t even started the actual move yet! Wish me luck tomorrow with the three hunky Israeli guys…
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=185485
Eva, the link is to this very thread. I think you meant to link to this thread.
Good luck on your move…
Zev Steinhardt
Umm, yep, [bZev, **thanks. See what happens when I multi-task too much while stressed?
Time to call and put some fear in the hearts of the rental agency folks…
Yes, yes I do. If you’re offering for real (and not as a rhetorical device, that is).
And moving sucks hugely. The last moving I did was helping my lover’s parents leave a house that had been in the family for generations. They were happy to get rid of the leaky old place, but they COULD NOT PACK!!! They would pick up the top item on a pile and say “oh, do you remember this old thing? Let me tell a 20-minute story about it. Then I’ll talk for a while about whether or not we should keep it.” Then they would set it aside for some other family member to pick up.
Guys, I’m all for sorting before you pack - but if the movers are standing there, just throw everything in a box and get the hell out.
mischievous
I’m serious. I’ll e-mail you when I get home.
Let me tell ya’ll one of my moving secrets: books are great padding. They’re solid, they’re versatile, and moving big boxes of em sucks. But using them as filler in boxes makes em easy to move.
GMRyujin, you’ve just reminded me of a fifth reason why moving sucks ass! W had to give/throw away 2/3rds of our books. It was hard trying to decide who would stay and who would go. Those we gave to the AIDS housing center didn’t hurt me so much, but those that got thrown away. . …
I did put them in clear plastic bags in case someone walking by perhaps wanted 10 garbage bags filled with books.
Even after all the weeding, donating and trashing we still ended up with more books than we have room for.
I think you should get yerself one of those tshirts that says “When Mama ain’t happy, ain’t NOBODY happy!” and wear it, and ONLY it, when you are not in your own Naked Space. Personally, I just about always wear a pair of panties, a pair of glasses, and a pair of sandals in the house, if it’s warm enough. I think that the world would be a happier place if more of us could get nakeder more often.
Forget the furniture, I would’ve taken the books 
Just for laffs, try an in-building move some time. It’s got 99 reasons that suck. The only difference between in-building and in-town is you don’t need a truck. But everything else is suck-ass.
Changing addresses on everything
Needing new checks
Transferring utility accounts
Waiting for phone guy to materialize and swap your phone line to the new apartment. Being told by phone guy that he can’t move your line today as old apartment and new apartment are on different trunk cables ending in different phone closets and being given the options of an entirely new number (but I’ve already ordered the new checks!) or having him come back in two days after the lines get swapped at the central office
Stairs
The Massive Oaken Aquarium Stand
Patching the hole in the wall made when the Massive Oaken Aquarium Stand didn’t quite make it around the corner in the new apartment.
Remember how long the Massive Oaken Aquarium Stand was and how it didn’t get around the corner without hitting the wall? Well, the aquarium didn’t quite fit either. :smack:
Buying a new aquarium and paying extra to have it delivered so someone else is responsible for getting it around that corner.
I just moved, and right now I have most of my stuff – what didn’t get tossed out or Goodwilled – in storage. I’m guessing that 75% of it is books. I can’t bring myself to throw out books, it makes me feel guilty.
I do need to weed through mine, but it’s so hard, because I’ll start and then I’ll come across one I haven’t read in AGES and I’ll start reading it on the spot.
I’d never throw out books. Now I might need to do a thinning of the herd or something, but trash em? Heck no. And I would’ve taken the books and not the furniture!
What’s everybody doing complaining about oak furniture?
Hasn’t anybody here ever moved a piano?
For the uninitiated: The job takes four normal guys, period. All four grunt and groan under the weight. Worse still, you seem to always be on the heavy side. There’s always obstacles such as an extreme right-angle turn in the entrance or a set of rickety stairs on the porch.
Being among musical folks, I seem to get roped into this job about once every two years. Each time I swear that it will never happen again.
Professional piano movers often do the job with two really burly guys and lots of rigging.
Oh and about all of that multiplying crap that we all pack… My last move, I counted over a hundred standard-sized boxes piled in the center of the living room. A hundred! Where the heck does all of this crap come from?
I’m still in the process fo moving myself. From one third story apartment to another third story apartment.
I don’t know what insanity posessed me to buy a wrought iron bedstead. Its gorgeous, its good for being tied to, I love it, but even broken down its a heavy motherfucker. I hired two college boys to haul it and my big impressive desk around. (And they were awesome!)
But, I still have crap upon crap at my ex boyfriend’s house. That I have to gather, organize and pack to get over to my new place. (It wouldn’t find in my old place after the break up) and the worst part is while he’s been saying he’ll be glad to be rid of it, its been integrated into his household and I don’t think he understands that all of the blue towels he loves are mine, all of the blankets and pillows he uses are mine, the good knife set came with me and will be leaving with me etc… And I don’t look forward to explaining that I’m going to be taking not just the stuff he wants rid of, but everything of mine, including the things he uses.
Sigh.
Has anyone thrown up on the carpet yet? It’s virtually a tradition in my family that someone throws up within three days of moving into a new place. It doesn’t always get on the carpet, but there’s always vomiting. (stress, eating on the run, “christening” the new place with alcohol, you know)