One backpack each – that is all we have for the next 6-12 months. So what to do with everything else?
Packing our apartment proved to be a much more time-consuming task than we expected. After spending nearly a week visiting West Coast friends and family, we returned home to the dreaded task of boxing our lives into a 7’ x 10’ storage unit.
In all, we used 36 boxes, 5 rolls of packing tape, and 375 feet of bubble wrap. It was quite the process. On move day, we grabbed the 24 foot truck from the storage facility, parallel parked it directly in front of our apartment (that took a little work) and were able to load the apartment into the truck in about 3 hours. Not bad for it being just the two of us hauling the boxes down the stairs, out the door and down the stoop and around the truck. Unloading it was slightly easier. We had an elevator up to our unit and with a bit of clever maneuvering, we were able to fit it all in the space in less than 3 hours. Definitely a full day.
We crammed hard on Sunday. It took us most of the afternoon, well into the evening, just packing up our backpacks, determining what fits and what had to go. Tim and Katie came over for one final walk through and offer of help. I can assure you they had no idea their main task for the day was simply moral support. Maybe they should do a post on their perspective of how things went. We went to bed thinking that we were in the clear and would have no problem heading for NYC by 1 on Monday. But sometimes, all the preparations just don’t quite cut it. It was terrible. It seemed like an endless pile of stuff would appear wherever we had cleaned. Thankfully Tim dropped his car off for us Monday, for one final trip to storage (thanks guys!). We fell a little over 2 hours behind schedule, but successfully emptied our apartment and made the Bolt bus by 3:30pm, with 10 minutes to spare.
All clear, it's time to get moving
