Coming from a rural country like area with parents that love to redecorate, I was constantly helping move and load up furniture. With really no benefit on my end besides growing my glorious youthful muscles, I found out quickly that a good moving day in the Warfield house was a long strenuous task. With a variety of units to move we'd be fitting through doorways, stuffing into back seats, and don't even get me started on carrying a full size love seat up two flights of stairs. Even with that being said I grew to love moving day it became such a bonding experience for my family and helped with team work and the finish product was always looking great.
One of the biggest challenges was my big move to college. It's about an hour drive to get to my university and as a freshman I was so excited to haul off my whole room to my new dorm to start this grand new journey of adulthood. Nights before the big move we spent hours folding tucking and rolling up my items into shipping boxes and duffle bags in hopes for the easiest travel. Breaking down lamps, boxing the foot rest and covering TVs it was a big job to move all of this.
Being the youngest of 4 it was very bitter-sweet for me to leave but I come from a kooky family of goofy individuals that are all way too positive for their own good. Furthermore, during the process of packing and moving everything into cars and trucks they began to sing their packing song. “Pack, pack, pack it up, pack, pack, pack it down, stack it up flip it down, get this girl out my house” for a full two hours. We created a stacking assembly line all the way to the car the pack them as much as possible which is great in theory until you realize people still have to get inside the car once you're done. We rearrange and throw some bags on laps and boom we were all set.
Once we were packed and ready to move the race was on. everyone drives like a bat out of hell in my house, so they seemingly were racing one another to see who'd get to the dorm first. Of course me and my mom won but that a story for another time. Now that we've all mad it safe hauling this stuff back out of the car and organizing it in the room seemed like an endless task. Even more so when they basically put everything in the room at random than get all the way down to the last unit, that last small item you may have overlooked. Place it on the pile of other unpacked items. Then with a swift kiss to the forehead and a strong bombardment of I love you. Everyone dispersed. I'm in disbelief calling for them as they rush down the hall “hey where you guys going?” and with one abrupt stop and look back from my eldest brother they reply, “we said get you out the house not move you in, bye!” I and my muscles were left to unpack alone.