Moving causes a wide range of emotions, and this time around, all I could think about was our last move. That entailed moving The Mister's things from his place, and my things from my place to our new place together. And we were silly and didn't ask for help. And since both of us drove a small car, we didn't think about how we would need a truck until the last minute and rented a truck. All of this cause a lot of tension and a few heated moments between us because I do not do well when things are not organized and Chris does not enjoy seeing me aggravated.
So this time around, we asked friends for help. And borrowed some of those friends trucks. And enlisted more said friend's advice in how to have an organized move. So, with the advice of her Nana's moving system, the number system was born.
Most ghetto wrapped box. There were fragile items inside, so I didn't want to put too much pressure on it, so I taped around the bulges that the box made. It was laughed at quite a few times.
The Mister had the task of taking apart our bed the night before moving.
Each room had a number, so its corresponding boxes were labeled with a number (as well as a detailed list of its contents). The labels were originally written on pieces of paper to save the boxes for others to use later, but I got lazy half way through and just started writing on the actual box (like a normal person, I know). At the new place, those numbers were hanging on the walls for boxes to be stacked underneath. Big pieces of furniture received their own label on the wall. For example, the couch went under a big piece o' paper in the living room that said "COUCH." There were many good things said about the system. And the moving only took about 2 trips (due to the plethora of vehicles) and 2 hours (due to the plethora of helping hands).
Then there is the comfort measures and the logistics to think about. We supplied breakfast tacos (how to on making bulk breakfast tacos to follow) and fruit for a before bite-to-eat. Then we bought pizza and had it delivered for the after thank you and bite-to-eat. There were extra water bottles we had filled and offered to everyone and a cooler that sat out on the counter for everyone to refill their water bottles.
I kept a little box with me that held extra slips of paper, tape, scissors, a map of the new complex, and a map of the layout of the new apartment that had the rooms numbered. Previously, I told you guys about our purging, and that continued while we filled up boxes. But we weren't able to drop all of those things off at the donation box, so they received a label that said "I'm staying!" and were placed in the bathroom where no other boxes were to keep down the confusion. We also left some spackle, trash bags, paper towels, and all-purpose cleaner behind to help with the final cleaning of the old place (to make sure we didn't lose our deposit).
Our moving day was pretty stress free. Any other tips on how to have a low stress, organized moving day?