Although I've moved before, this move was difficult for entirely different reasons.
After our going-away party over the weekend, Linda and I had two days to pack up everything we owned before the movers arrived Wednesday morning to pick everything up. I don't know how we thought we'd ever do it.
We packed from Monday morning until after midnight that night, and woke up fairly early Tuesday to continue, barely breaking to eat. Tuesday at midnight, we weren't close to done. Tuesday at 4am, still a lot to do. 7am, still plenty more. At nine or ten AM (it's all a blur) the movers arrived, and began to take inventory of what we were moving while Linda and I continued to pack. We finished packing everything up just shortly before the movers finished loading their truck, around 8PM.
I'm amazed that we lived through the trip from Brewster to Bristol, as tired as I was. I attribute our miraculous survival to the rigorous staying-awake-at-the-wheel training I underwent during the dark ages of my long commute. Needless to say, once we arrived at my mom's house, Linda and I did not stay awake long - we could have slept on cold cement.
So now we're homeless. We leave state on the 26th, and are stopping in Kentucky to visit Linda's sister and our goddaughter before continuing on to our new Rocky Mountain home.