I'll make a long story short here to finish up the moving story. We drove back and forth (a two and a half hour drive one way) three more times. Brutal.
The moving of our furniture was the worst.
Here's the BF next to the packed truck. We were very lucky to get a partly furnished apartment and only needed to brig bedroom things. If we had had to bring
everything we would have needed I rent a Uhaul truck. The last time we did that was a shitstorm.
I ordered the smallest one they had (10 feet) because we have a small apartment's amount of things. The day before we were leaving, on my last day of work, I got a call from the company saying that the only size they had available was the a 24 foot truck.
Here's a picture for reference.
We were moving a bed, futon, dresser, table, 4 chairs, small bookshelf, and two end tables. In the "household mover." I almost had a panic attack. Thank Buddha my mom was driving the truck. We had to lay everything flat on the floor so it wouldn't slide around and get ruined. I was so glad that was over.
This time it went much more smoothly.
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