Let me just say for the record that moving sucks. It seems easy enough–pick up items, place items in box, seal box, put sealed box in truck, repeat.

Note: You don’t want to load up large hernia-inducing boxes. Big boxes=bad back pain.

Truth be told, people don’t like to pack everything they own into boxes and inevitably are not good at the whole packing thing. You know what I am talking about. You may actually feign packing for weeks (you even tell your buddies that’ll help you move that you are packed as you stare at your only packed box in the middle of the living room) only to pack in a feverish frenzy the night before the big event. You know who you are.

In any case, we helped Miki (Mama’s sister) move into her apartment near UCLA less than a year ago. During this short time her stuff multiplied spontaneously–much like Tribbles. She looked like she was in a world of hurt when we got there, as she was unpacked (not a big surprise–see above). After a quick trip to pick up some boxes and tape we were ready to attack the apartment. [Insert Pain Here] And after a short six and a half hours we were done.

Note: The move happened on Thursday, I just didn’t get a chance to make the post until early Friday morning.

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