One move, two hours!

I have moved a lot lately--three times in the last year? Yikes! But I have always had decent weather for moving, which is pretty impressive in Portland, considering that I've moved in the spring and fall.

This time, not so much, though I'm hoping that's a good sign. Good weather moving in = place I want to leave soon. Bad weather moving in = I think this is a place I'd like to stay a while.

Even with the rain, it was my smoothest move yet (don't think about that too hard). One U-haul, two hours from first box in to last box out, and a crew of hardcore movers.


(Katie takes the best arm's length self-portraits ever!)

I didn't get any shots of the actual Disaster of Boxes (yes, this is the official term for a large collection of boxes, like a gaggle of geese or a murder of crows), but there's still a large collection of plastic tubs outside my door to by dealt with.

In our next installment: How I Doubled My Closet Space and Learned to Hate Lowe's AND Ikea is Ruining My Soul.