Moving: The Trickle

I think it was the very next day after we bought the house that Mark initiated the following conversation:

Mark: Promise me something?
Me: Um, what?
Mark: That we will both agree to never drive to Durham without something in the car to drop off at the house.
Me: Okay.

I admit, it is a sensible suggestion. And even though we didn’t actually start doing it on Sunday, when we did indeed drive over to the house in order to show it to my parents and grandparents for the first time, we have been keeping to the promise every day this (work)week. Which is why we now have something like maybe as many as eight small boxes and bins in the house so far. At this rate, Mark estimates we will be done moving in just a few years.

Obviously, we are hampered in our moving efforts so far by not having had much time to really do any packing, and we are thus far only transporting things that were already in boxes, either because they are things that are naturally stored in plastic bins anyway (eg., electronics cables, art supplies), or, more embarrassingly, because they are things that were never unpacked from the last time either of us moved (eg., stereo speakers for the surroundsound system that never got set up, oversized books that never got a shelf built to live on). Hopefully this weekend will give us a bit more time to pack stuff that did actually make it out of boxes from previous moves. If I get my books packed up, that will be a significant portion of my non-furniture belongings!

I’m also hoping to cheat some by leaving furniture in my apartment for my brother to use, since he’s taking over the space until the lease runs out in September. After all, he’s the one who let me use the kitchen table and chairs that our parents had originally given to him in the first place, so those should stay. And the cinder-block-and-plywood shelves in the living room can stay. (I’m so generous, I know.)