I’m posting this from a nearly empty house. I spent the last 3 (4? I’ve lost count…) days moving. Over memorial day weekend we had a pipe burst in the wall behind the master bath. I managed to get the water turned off at the street but it was too late: too much damage had been done. The landlords told us we’d need to move out because the repairs will require gutting both bathrooms and the laundry room. They happened to have an empty rental across the street, so we offered to just move there.
The problem is (was) the other house wasn’t 100% ready. They had to do some work on it before we could move in. And they didn’t know when that would be. So we boxed up what we could and then just… waited. And waited. And waited. Then last week they texted me and told me the papers would be ready to sign and we’d be able to start moving in… on Thursday. And we had to be out of this place by Tuesday night.
So on the one hand it’s kinda nice as we can just throw shit in boxes, drive it across the street, and unload. On the other hand doing it small load at a time is SO SO SO time consuming and just… draining. Not know when we’d have to move meant some of our stuff like clothes and dishes didn’t get packed. Therefore we had to pack up some last-minute stuff while we were hauling crap out.
One big advantage of the trend toward ebooks is that at least THOSE are easy to move :D. When my husband and I moved here, one of the fellows who was packing up our stuff grumbled (good-naturedly) about how all those scientific types always had tons of books.
Oh - and has anyone else noticed that “MOVE” is a four-letter word?
During one bad period, my parents moved three times in five years. Immediately after the third move Dad was at work while Mom unpacked. Coming home from work, he moved a box from one side of the living room to the other, sat down, and sighed, “I am so tired of moving.” When she was relating this to me, my mother said, “Never – not even during World War II – has your father been closer to death.”
My husband and i moved to the uk from Canada three years ago and we purged hard. The people that bought our house also bought most of our furniture. Thousands of books and clothes and odds and ends went to goodwill, we sold stuff to neighbours, and we had a yard sale. I loved that part the most. I hate having stuff, cant stand clutter and so I was quite happy to see it all go.
His company payed for the move so the movers did all the packing and moving. That was awesome.
Since we’ve been here we’ve moved three times for a variety of stupid reasons. This has allowed us to live in three different parts of the city, which has been a pretty cool experience.
I have done most of the packing and unpacking since we’ve been here and i dont really mind. I like filling boxes and lining them up and having an excuse to clean out cupboards and whatnot. I also rather enjoy unpacking into a new home.
Moving is awesome! People just come to the house, pack up all the stuff, and haul it away. When you get to your destination, there’s your stuff! Conveniently packed in boxes for storage in the garage or shed for years!
A friend moved last month. He asked his six best friends to help, and we all showed up.
It was hilarious. He hadn’t mentioned that he was moving from his current abode to a place three doors down the street.
He moved his minimal possessions by the box, unpacking each box at his new place, then trotting back to his old place and refilling the same box. He did this on Saturday. When we arrived Sunday, all that was left was his big, old couch. We carried it out to the street and put it in the back of one of three pickup trucks people had brought. The truck coasted down the block 40 yards and we unloaded the couch.
There was a case of beer in his new fridge for his movers. Good guy.
We actually had one move, when we decided to toss any box that we hadn’t opened since the previous move.
I did something like that in college/law school, where I had 10 addresses over 8 years. One summer I moved 2-3 blocks entirely by hand, by myself. Countless trips, carrying one speaker, a mattress, …
One time that we had professional movers, they also packed. Thing was, they followed NO rhyme or reason why they packed things together. Dishes went in with garden tools. Underwear with the sporting cleaning supplies. Power tools with the linens. When we arrived at our new place we had (conservative estimate) 3 zillion boxes of every shape and size, with no indication of what was in any of them. For weeks, trying to locate the most basic item was a treasure hunt. Add in the lovely inventory stickers on EVERY SINGLE ITEM. I think we were still finding those 2-3 years after.
