TAPE, BOXES, AND A U-HAUL

First of all, the packing. OMG! Here’s a riddle: how much stuff can you accumulate after 6 year of living in the same town, in the same apartment? The answer: a lot. I started packing around june, being all smart and organized thinking “Martha’s got nothing on me!” Well, that did not help much, and at the last minute, stuff was thrown on boxes that were barely labeled, and I am pretty sure that sometime in two years, when I am unpacking all the boxes, I will say to myself “WHAT WAS I THINKING, keeping all this stuff!?”.
But the packing got done (even as the uhaul truck was being loaded, boxes were still being sealed and stuff was still coming out of the closets). The uhaul truck was loaded as “words of wisdom” from our friends and family (that helped us greatly during this move, to literally move stuff, among other things) were shared. Phrases like “what do you need to keep this for?”, and “what the hell is on this box that its so heavy!” were heard several times, but after many hours of running, cursing, packing, taping, sorting, and crying, the deed was done and the uhaul was locked. We had some beers to celebrate our victory in a nearly empty and half lit living room (there was still stuff to be packed, but surprisingly, the lamps where the first things to go earlier that day).