I was conveniently out of town the last several times my little sister moved. (Just like I’m conveniently out of town when anyone I know moves…) But she and my bro-in-law just got their first house together, and their move date happened to be during my university’s fall break. And as it was also right after two ginormous Thanksgiving meals, I volunteered to help thinking, Sure, that’ll make a nice workout.
Oh. My. Gawd. How did I forget how exhausting schlepping boxes can be? I didn’t even get into the furniture or appliances territory, but box after box up the U-haul ramp? Oy, my back. I expect to sleep well tonight!
The good news? I’m motivated to never ever move again myself, ever, and I’ve definitely secured the Sister-of-the-Year crown.
The best laid plans
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