We had a move-in day and also a moving day scheduled for months. I had been packing for 4 weeks before we were even supposed to move in, much to T's chagrin because the usual answer to "Where is X" is "in a box!". Here's all the boxes piled up in the old den, kinda looks like the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Ever since move-in day we've been bringing truckloads of boxes (pickup truck) and dumping them in the garage but there was some furniture and boxes that were too big for the old truck-truck so we rented a box truck and recruited my very bestest friends to come help out.
After about an hour we had the truck pretty much full of our junk. Some great packing by J. and heavy lifting by C. and N.
Poor J. he's so allergic to cats it's not even funny and there we were moving our furball infested stuff all over the place, finding huge dust bunnies of cat fur as we went. What a trooper!
And then the mother-in-law shows up with her truck! full of her crazy stuff and some pieces of furniture for us too. We unloaded her stuff, packed in more of our stuff and headed down to our new house to unpack.
Our old house driveway is crazy steep but ends up in a nice flat area. Our new house driveway is short and steep with very little flat bit at the top. We could have the truck on the rampy bit and have a flat area to unload onto, but that meant getting the stuff up a huge incline IN the truck before unloading, or park flat but have very little room behind the truck. Option 2 was the best of two bad choices. Option 3 was unload on the street and carry everything UP the hill and you know we weren't about to do that!
Eventually it all worked out, E's bed was the biggest deal and I even stayed up late to put it together so she could have her own room back. Mission Accomplished!
