Moving house, for the uninitiated, requires an effort approximating that of removing archaeological artifacts from a museum. Due care must be paid to boxing everything up - all bits and pieces accounted for, and then put in boxes that could break your back if you tried lifting them on your own.
And then there's the taping up of those same boxes, stacking them up, and making room for your manoeuvres around the dwindling floor space so that you can get at other unpacked items to stuff them into new boxes.
All that took at least two full days (for 10 years' worth of hoarding and junk), and we must have dumped at least a good one-third of that after packing.
And just when you thought 'that's it!', the movers collect and dump the same boxes in your new pad, and you have to reverse the process - unpack.
That would take much longer than the packing as you have to now decide what goes where, and how to fit all the stuff you brought into new, smaller spaces. And this is assuming that you're not completely drained of energy with the packing in the first place.
So after two days of frantic packing up, often late into the night, and another few days of unpacking, we're almost done (and knackered too).
Word of advice: if you ever want to move, spend a little extra and get the movers to pack and unpack your stuff - it's worth every cent, trust me.
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