I moved, only 2.45 hours from my old home. Had it packed, no problemo! Had help arriving! No problemo! help didnt show up. My husband and his friend packed my whole house in the two trucks and one trailer. I frantically cleaned fridges, counter, floors you name it.. we drove, no cat carrier, my son borrowed it. Didnt return it. I didnt notice til we were loading up. AHH. Cat cried, the whole way on my lap. No big deal. Got into the new house totally unloaded at 5. Put what I could away last night, dead by 9. This morning woke at 4 am. 4:15 unpacking. 34 box's later, my house is unpacked. I meant to hang pictures too but my feet have failed me, my energy left yesterday and well, yipppeeee! in the new place. I love it, love the home, love the area love it all. Just so darned.. POOPED! Upside? of many upsides I have a sewing room of my very own. One day a table to sew on and I will be incredibly happy. (how could I be happier? not sure).