Nathan's new job didn't come with relocation assistance, and we weren't going to ask any of the family muscle to take off work to help us move. Last winter, Staples had had 100% cash back on the purchase of bankers boxes, so I had 30 of those. Nathan's parents gave us all the rubber tubs they had used for their move. I borrowed some of my parents' plastic bins on our last visit. And the icing on the cake was my neighbor gave me all the boxes from their move 5 years ago that they had carefully stored in their garage rafters. The only money I spent on supplies was for two rolls of packaging tape. We rented a 22 foot truck. It was HUGE:
Our friend, Greg, came over to help, and with his amazing loading skills, we were able to get all the major furniture and most of the boxes in the back of the truck in four hours. By the time the kids and I arrived at our new house, Nathan had all the lawn equipment and garage stuff put away, and he was ready for me to help move other stuff. We moved some stuff in the house, but the weather started looking iffy, so non-essentials got staged in the garage. My parents arrived around 5, and Dad and Seth jumped right in to help us unload, with Seth being in charge of the hydraulic lift on the back of the truck. We took a break around 6:45 when it started to storm, and this was all we had left:
We had dinner and Seth put us right back to work unloading the truck. I thought for sure we'd end up sleeping on mattresses on the floor that night, but around 8:30 Nathan and Dad started working on bed assembly, and by golly, we all slept in beds with clean sheets!
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