I spent half my day packing all my belongings into a single car. Because I’m moving to NYC. Not this weekend. Next weekend. This weekend was just a test-pack.
So I crammed, rearranged, loaded, unloaded, reloaded, and generally preloaded everything The Wife and I own into the car just so I could reverse the process about an hour and a half later.
I can’t tell you all how pleased I am to report that not everything fits. I mean at least this exercise served a purpose. How miserable would it have been if the entire process had gone smoothly? At least that miserable, car-shaped, real-world-tetris torture served to inform us that we’ll spend the next week assembling boxes and shipping all our clothes via mail. I’m so glad we found that out. It would have sucked if the whole thing had just been a contained exercise that allayed our fears and enabled us to relax for the next few days.
Editor’ Note: Henceforth, I declare that packing shall always be referred to as “miserable-car-shaped-real-world-tetris-torture”. That will be all. Thank you.