It's Moving Day!

Last night I picked up our sexy Diesel Ford F350 U-Haul, with 230,486 kms and drove it approximately 150 feet to our house.

Around 7 p.m. friends started showing up to fill the truck with our possessions. After the Picasso and Rembrandt were safely wrapped with bubble wrap, we ran into a little snag that we were not expecting. By 10 p.m. the truck was bursting at the seams - and our house was still full of furniture.

How do two people accumulate so much stuff living in a 950 sq. ft. bungalow? It seemed like the more we packed things up, the more stuff appeared. Our house wasn't full before, so how come it's even MORE full when half our stuff is on the truck?

The answer: a black hole.

We have an extraordinary phenomenon happening right inside our house. The black hole in our living room was directly linked to another black hole at the back of the U-Hood, which I nicknamed it, after we discovered the gang graffiti all over it.
"Poo Stab"
Nice.

The more boxes & furniture we piled into the truck, the more appeared in our house, via the black hole. By the time we finished loading the U-Hood, our main floor was so crammed with stuff we couldn't move. Around 9:30 p.m., with the truck full, and our house full, someone gave the order, "start moving things back into the house." Yep, that's right.

With some clever rearranging of our collection of Easter Island Heads, we were able to fit the last few pieces back in the house.

"Tomorrow's another day" I think I heard someone declare. Or maybe not. I may have imagined it while I was wearily slapping the padlock on the back door of the U-Hood. I boxed the truck into our driveway using 2 of our cars, and went to sleep, chained to the bumper, dreaming of Moving Day Part II.