I'm here to tell you that moving really stinks. There's the complete chaos in the weeks up to the move, when you're packing and you don't want to. There's so much to do and yet, you find yourself visiting with friends, going to the city...anything but what you should be doing. And then the move day comes and you're shoving the most random crap into boxes, just get the crap packed! And you realize that most of the boxes you packed prior to the movers arriving will probably be crushed because no one told you to pack the boxes so tight there's no slack anywhere. Or that the packers will be just above slug in the food chain, packing your 2 gargage door openers AND the keys to the detached garage where a lot of your things are packed for the move. And when you call the dispatcher you're told that maybe the packers didn't know it was a garage door opener and I should have put everything away BEFORE they got there. (If you know me, you know how that conversation went down...)
The truck pulled away from the curb at 3pm Friday afternoon and we'll meet it on the left coast sometime next week. While we wait, we're here in British Columbia, Canada visiting family and friends in beautiful Vancouver and finally, finally, I think we're beginning to relax.
