Between my sister and I we have successfully moved at least once a year since we were 19. After almost 11 years of moving one would think we could open up our own moving company, but every year one of us goes through the same thoughts / process...
-the initial packing laziness or "packer slacker" as we call it
-the "where am I gonna get enough boxes from" followed by the liquor store / cheap grocery store box hunt.
-The statement " next time we are just going to hire movers" (yet we never do)
-The one misc box that turns into 3 misc boxes and at least 4 random last minute bags
-The promise to our friends that never comes true... "this will be the last move in 5 years I swear"
This time it was my sister, her husband and my nephew who moved into a cute apartment in Waterloo, although it's still a hour drive from my house I'm happy they're settling down somewhere they can call their own. Saturday was the official moving day, my job was to watch my nephew and make sure he didn't get in the way. Trying to stop a 18 month old boy from getting into everything was quite a challenge, for future moves I think a day trip to the zoo or grandparents will be in order.
The next day we woke up at my sisters place surrounded by walls of boxes, and furniture so we did what any helpful mover would do and decided to check out the town.
We had heard of a really great farmer's market called St. Jacobs, sadly it still too early in the year for them to be open. Instead we checked out their antique flea market and Lego land...
Can't wait to go back once they're all settled in!