On Moving or: How I learned to stop worrying and love the Uhaul.

So it looks like we're packing up and moving again. Another week or two with boxes and the refugee motif... Another round of "how the heck do you have so much crap?!?" and "Do you REALLY need a spare monitor from 1996?" and "Well I don't know, do you really need 5 pairs of black shoes?". Here's a secret: I actually kind of like moving. It's like pushing the reset button on your living space. It's a great excuse to throw accumulated junk and crap away. Last move I pulled a box out of storage, peeked in it, realized I hadn't needed anything in it like I thought I had from the previous move, and marched it right out to the dumpster.

Of course, moving means skunk proofing a new place. This is not as easy as it sounds. Imagine child proofing, only for something much smaller, much stronger, and an iron will To Get Into whatever it is that you're trying to keep it out of. It's like trying to build Stalag 17.

Best thing we ever did was hire movers last time. We did the packing ourselves and let pros do the lifting. Best money ever spent. Remember when you'd move with your friends, bribe them with pizza and it took forever, and you'd just be dead for a week after? We packed for a week beforehand, we got breakfast, and they came and knocked out our whole move, travel time included, in less than 3 hours for less than the price they quoted me! (I still gave the full amount and a tip, I was that impressed) So yeah, if you're in the market for movers, I know a guy. I can definitely recommend KC's Movers.