movers are your friends

Yesterday I officially moved for the first time in four years and four months. Although I had been moving gradually over the past few weeks, I still had all of my furniture left to move. Luckily, I had called a month and a half earlier and booked the Delancey Street Movers, on the separate recommendations of at least three different people.

The moving truck showed up promptly at 9am, and four movers started painstakingly disassembling, shrink-wrapping, and moving two bedrooms, a study, a dining room, and a living room full of furniture, a process that ended up involving hoisting pieces of my bed over a balcony. When they finished, we drove twenty miles north, the movers took a short break (off the clock, of course), and then began the move-in process, which included reassembly of a five-piece desk set, as well as moving the entire living room set through the backyard/patio sliding door. Amazingly soon afterwards, they were done.

Time spent moving: 2 hours and 45 minutes packing, 30 minutes driving, 15 minutes for a break, and 1 hour and 45 minutes unpacking, for a grand total of 5 hours and 15 minutes. I've never moved so fast in my life, and I've never had this much furniture, either. More importantly, since I didn't ask anyone to help me move my massive dressers and bookshelves, my friends are still my friends.