I Like to Move It Move It

Saturday was moving day. Finally! We had been slowly bringing things over and unpacking all week, and by Saturday I was exhausted. We spent Monday through Friday night at the new house, staying up wayyy past my bedtime trying to get things organized and ready for Saturday. On Tuesday night, Zach and I slept on the floor in my office with only a comforter, so when we brought the daybed mattresses over on Wednesday, it was like staying at the Four Seasons (comparably speaking).

On Friday, Zach's sister, brother-in-law and nephew came up from St. Louis with a Penske truck full of our brand-new bedroom furniture. They helped us move more things over from the old house, and Rebecca taped for painting, helped me with laundry, and lots of other helpful things.

Saturday was a crazy whirlwind. We got up really early, and I took a trip over the the old house to load up the rest of my clothes and other miscellaneous items. My brother, his girlfriend, and Zach's brother came to town to help us, and our friend Jose Carlos joined in the fun, too. The boys got busy with more moving, saving the best for last: my piano. Those poor guys had to take it up a flight of stairs from my parents' basement, load it into the truck, and then carry it into our new house. Luckily it went to my office, which is on the main floor right off the front door. That was super impressive.

I spent Saturday night and all day Sunday organizing and doing more unpacking. Zach and I made a trip to Target, and then I finally tackled our bedroom closet (which I had been putting off all weekend). It took five hours last night, but I finally finished it. I am pretty proud of my work :)

This morning I made a to-do list for the night, and it is growing longer as I think of more things. At least it doesn't include laundry...I don't think I could handle one more pillow case or towel. Ahh, moving.

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