Moving sucks. Everyone knows this. If you’ve seen my twitter feed lately, you’ll know that I’m in the midst of packing up for my big move (in significance, not distance) and it is stressing me out. My feet are tired and sore, and I feel like I spent my whole weekend making trip after trip from my apartment to my car, over and over again, up and down the elevators. Moving is by far, the worst. Ever. I made this ecard to express how I feel at this stage in the process:
There are so many awesome blog posts by PF bloggers and non-PF bloggers alike detailing tips on how to move frugally, the best plan of action, and checklists to make so you don’t forget anything. I haven’t incorporated any of them (except Daisy’s, because I kept linking to it as one of my goals and reading it over and over again). My workflowy account is a maniacal wasteland of things to move, things to clean, things to save for, services to set up, things for Mr. Dollars and the guys with the truck to move, etc etc. People in real life know me as being mega-organized, which I am for the most part, but I honestly feel like I’m losing my mind with every car load I bring over.
My situation is a bit unique in that I’m moving into Mr. Dollars’ apartment, which he currently shares with a roommate. There will be some overlap with our stuff and things will be pretty crowded for a few days next week. However, because we’re keeping the same unit they’re in now, I’ve been able to bring things over gradually.
Enter the granny cart. This $10 investment has paid for itself at least ten times over, and is still going. I moved all of my books from my bookshelf with it, my wii, my dvd player, the list goes on. We only live 1km apart so it’s a great way to get exercise and move my shit at the same time.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still renting a car next weekend so I can move the bigger items like boxes etc (and I have for the past two weeks in a row), but I have less to move now and I feel a lot better about the whole thing.
As much as I can feel better, anyway.