We moved on Saturday, the 22nd. We had a grand total of 16 friends helping us move boxes and lifting heavy furniture. After a week of packing up boxes, I was very grateful that I did almost no lifting that day. In fact, once the truck arrived at the house, I sat on the grass and directed traffic. B and I have certainly managed to collect our fair share of worldly possessions over the last few years.
And now comes the phase of the unpacking and organizing and painting and nesting and settling in.
The Study/Spare Room/Guest Room at the old duplex, piled to the ceiling.
It felt a bit like this.