We did it! We have finally moved (almost) all our belongings into our new abode. The elements were against us however, as it started to snow, and snow buckets during the whole moving process. But it’s over and done with, and I’m glad!
Our young lead-footed stomping neighbour upstairs has been replaced with an old shuffling lady (we’re guessing she’s old…and a lady).
Having experienced the move process in several different countries, I can only come to one conclusion: working as a mover, no matter how physical the job, does not get you in shape.
Every mover we have encountered so far, despite my high expectations of having some young hunky, fit and firm male, has been short, stout, pot-bellied and middle-aged. It may be irrelevant to how efficient the mover is, but at least it helps on a day where I’m usually frazzled, grumpy and exhausted.