Moving Day

The movers came yesterday. It was supposed to be a two-day job, but they decided to do it all in one day. And what a day! Twelve hours later, our stuff was all packed and headed to a storage unit in Stirling, Virginia. Phill and I have decided that you really shouldn't watch the moving crew pack and load your stuff. We cringed the entire time. There's too many little things that could – and probably will – get squashed and broken. And watching them pack every little piece makes you so paranoid and worried. Our truck was too small for all of our belongings, so they spent a good amount of time trying to make it all fit. It was meticulously crammed into every little nook and cranny. In the end, our mattress, box spring and patio table sat on the loading ramp strapped to the back of the truck – Hillbilly style. It took us a solid hour or so after the fact to chill out and realize that it's entirely out of our control at this point. That's what insurance is for, right? Corrie and Mike had us and Paul over for a BBQ afterwards and we played the final few games of Rock Band. It was a nice way to end a grueling day. We're going to miss those guys.