So we moved over the weekend.
I should be an expert on this since I've moved 5 times in my life thus far. However, the first time I moved, I was 11 so I was too busy running around a half packed house and playing games while my parents packed. The third time was when I moved to University (multiple moves all bunched into one). Although on those accounts, I just threw stuff in my dad's car and when we got to the dorm/apartments, I then thew stuff into the huge trolley.
The most significant move had to be when I moved from Chicago to Birmingham. That took a total of 8 suitcases (how do I have so much stuff?!) Surprisingly, it was quite easy. Maybe because all 8 suitcases didn't all come with me? Anyway, because of "my experience," I considered myself an expert on this particular subject, hell I was ready to start my own moving company. "Moving to do? Let Safoora help you!" (the catch phrase is currently a work in progress).
When Baz and I got our flat, I thought moving from the house to our place would be easy-peasy. It's furnished, so all we have to bring is clothing and such; the only big thing being our T.V. 2 weekends and 5 trips later, we are finally organized and settled in. One thing I learned about myself during all this: disarray and disorganization makes for one stressed Saf. When everything was finally put away in it's place, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief and actually be excited about our first new flat!
Baz said that moving is one of the most stressful things one will do in life. I don't know if I believe that or maybe this weekend's adventure has already faded from my mind? I'm too busy thinking about important issues: planning the housewarming party!