Moving is such a weird thing. First you pack all your belongings in boxes and tape them closed and write on the outside of the box a one-word summary of where things belong. "Kitchen" or "Office". Then you load up all your brown boxes and move them to your new place. You put them in the empty, respective rooms.
Then there is the furniture. Oh god, furniture. The bane of my existence, furniture. Moving that stuff sucks.
But we are finally all done with the move. We got up today to finish getting rid of all the trash and cleaning up. We found only a few more things that we simply couldnt live without, but mostly every thing got pitched.
We lived there for 2 and a half years and we had 12 bags of trash!!!
We've got it all unloaded and now we get to unpack it all. It's crazy. We havent told any of our new neighbors that we just moved from another building, and we are going to keep it that way.
So much unpacking to do at least things have slowed down now and we can relax.... Time for corn dogs!