I can’t believe it… I’ve been contemplating a move for a while – although I love the VT lifestyle, I do NOT love the VT weather. I like it hot, I like it dry, I like it sunny. So I started to look South. I wanted a place that still has 4 seasons, a place that wasn’t too crowded, and a place where the sun shines and it is warm more often than not. Last April we took a trip to C’ville and fell in love. I couldn’t believe it when I read you are headed that way!!!

As for the move, ugh… that’s tough. The packing is the worst part of course, and learning where the doctor’s office is and a new grocery store is no picnic either – but the PURGE has gotta be cathartic. Packing/weeding/tossing/donating the stuff you don’t need/want in your new life/space has gotta be the best. A fresh start in a great place – it’ll be worth it, and I wanna hear how much you love it so that I have the nerve to do it myself after living in my home for 13+ years and this area for 20. Best of luck, and I’d be happy to lighten your load of fiber by a coupla pounds

The worst part? Packing and unpacking.
The best part? Being done.

(The worst part of having moved is trying to create a new network of friends, doctors, hairdressers, ob/gyn… all those people that we feel comfortable with. The best part of having moved is having friends in yet another place in the world.)

Hang in there.

I hate moving so much that I plan on dying in this house. And I only moved a few times in my life!

As for the spinners stash, I’m learning how to spin, and I would really love getting a stash to use– thanks for the opportunity!

-Perry-

P.S. I tweeted you!

I’ll be moving soon also, but the best thing about moving for me will be my husband and I to finally get a place of our own. We have been living with his parents for a while and it’s time that we had our own place.

Worst thing: having to re-potty train the dog :/

The worst thing about moving? That point where you’re totally sick of packing and your husband offers to help, filling boxes with bizarre combinations of fragile memorabilia, heavy books, mateless shoes, your toothbrush, and maybe, if you’re lucky, a few rocks, a bug or two, and some perishable food.

The best part about moving? Not being able to find the dishes and having a solid excuse to eat out!

I stopped counting moves at 40 and that was about oh, 15 moves ago (thank the military and HIS, as in the great He with a sense of humor for all of them).

The best part is the adventure of moving somewhere new, a new adventure.

The worst part? The packing, the move, I hate hate hate do it yourself moves (can you tell I’ve done several?), The moves where someone comes in and moves you is the best, but you HAVE to watch the packers like a hawk. Not because they will steal anything, but because they will pack ANYTHING that isn’t nailed down and they have nail pullers for that.

We had one move where no one in the family was available. It was an emergency move from Germany back to the US after my ex’s father was injured severely. We were in the states and it became apparent we were staying so one of the ex’s military co-workers was assigned to “supervise” the movers/packers to send our stuff home. Thank goodness I had the presence of mind when we were flying out fast to be at the hospital to take out the kitchen trash!! The packers packed the trash from the bathrooms, and office!! Oh and they very VERY carefully packed all our toothpicks! Argh!

Oh, I forgot the moving horror story – first time I moved, I put ALL my best clothes in one trash bin liner. Of course, as we loaded the car, no one thought to check whether it was clothing or trash

We moved just a few months ago. Part of the problem (ie worst), for us, was that we hadn’t seen the space we moved into ahead of time. This resulted in many complications, including: other people living in adjacent space didn’t meet their move-out deadline, the kitchen had no cupboards or cabinets, and we had no shower.

On the other hand, we moved from the South, and we’re looking forward to having more of a real winter (including snow, theoretically). Plus, our expenses are now within our income.

The best part about moving is unpacking into a ‘new’ kitchen!! I love that…all the drawers are crumb free and the spices are all organized…ahhh…

The worst is the waste that the boxes and packing materials create…I hate the piles and piles and piles of trash.

Good luck with your move! That’s huge. I won’t give you worst/best because I prefer not to think about moving, although I will likely do it again some time.

If I win the fiber . . . well, draw again and I’ll buy some from you next year. I’m writing a book and don’t have time to do my own spinning for a while, and there’s nothing like fresh fiber. . . .

Sending very good thoughts for your transitions, and I’m so glad you went to see that last farm on the list. That may be the best thing about moving: knowing where you are going.

Oh my! Best part of moving=a great reason to purge and get rid of all that crap you have laying around that you don’t really need. Worst part=not being able to find anything for weeks on either side of the move. Oh, and discovering that thing you just purged is actually something you need/want and its too late to get it back.

While I am not a spinner and don’t want to be entered in the contest, I couldn’t help putting my 2 cents in about moving horror stories. Years ago, I had to move out of my old apt. practically overnight w/ everything prepacked and hidden in closets so as not to be obvious. You see, this landlord was a real pr–k and very creepy. He would suddenly just burst in w/ bacteria for the septic any time he wanted–no privacy whatsoever. I always got the sense he was peering in the windows. Anyway, I understood he never returned the security deposit when anyone left. Oh, yeah. . . I simply withheld my last month’s rent and essentially zoomed out of there one evening while he threatened to throw all my stuff all over the lawn. Fortunately, I had already called all my girlfriends and fellow renters to be present when I broke the news. What a wacko!

I hope you are at least packing in peace and wish you well in your new home.

The BEST part of moving is walking into your new place and imagining all of its potential! The worst part of moving is waking up the first morning and not being able to find the coffee making!

i just moved about 6 weeks ago. the best parts: landing my dream job, finding the PERFECT place to live, and discovering new good things to love about where i live (which, incidentally, is the same place i grew up and went to college). oh and finally having a good reason for my honey and i to start cohabiting.

the worst parts: learning how to live with another human (cats are one thing, people are something totally else). figuring out that you have too much crap. wondering how you had all that crap in a 1-bedroom apartment… and wondering how the hell t all FIT in there. merging households of 2 very independent, very set-in-their-ways people … wondering if you can make it thru the winter without killing each other LOL

thanks for the opportunity to win some awesome fiber. i’m a new-ish spinner (like i really need another hobby for the “craft room!”) and am always looking for fiber to spin spin spin!!!!

Worst moving day: the full truck getting stuck in an overpass through which it did not fit. Compounded with screaming and vomiting cats. But the worst part about moving is the way it seems to take forever. Moving day –whenever it occurs– is the actual “Longest Day of the Year”. Oh–and not yet knowing where the good pizza or sushi is in the new location!!

The best part about moving: being GONE from the old place. Fresh new rooms to (try to) set-up. All that possibility. Getting to Start Over. And being where you really now need to be.

Best of luck on your move, Susie! May it be smooth.

I remember one move – DH was in the new place working – I was at the old place with a 2 yr old and a new baby waiting for the house to close. It was so stressful! Finally got packed up, drove from S.Carolina to Alabama with the kids, dog and cat (dog on tranquillizers but still hyper and the cat peed on my foot as we pulled in the driveway). New house, but no furniture or household goods, just what we could fit in the car. The good part – DH had made “beds” on the floor for all of us and also bought a tricycle for the 2 yr old. Went to sleep contented that night with the whole family finally under one roof.

To me, the worst part of moving is having to say goodbye to everything familiar (friends, grocery stores, libraries, etc.) and start learning where to find those things all over again.

It’s not the worst story, I’m sure, but it was sheer hell at the time. Closing and moving into our house the weekend BEFORE christmas. as in we had 1 weekend to not only move our stuff in, plus three kids, but to decorate the entire freaking house. Not to mention that this is in Maine… in the middle of the winter. Ack!

I love moving. You get to start fresh, clean out the clutter, decide what is important to you and what is less so. You take your good friends and good possessions with you and leave the baggage you don’t need. There is a new place to explore and new things to do and learn!

The worst thing about moving is finding the boxes that you never got around to unpacking the last time you moved!

To me, the best part of moving is getting to start again with an uncluttered space (not that that lasts long…) and the worst part is having to figure out how to make new friends.

Yumm! More spinning!!! Moving – we have had pretty decent moving luck except for RAIN – Loading up in the rain is just nasty! Also packing – we actually packed a full trash can…..Love the purge – very chatartic but I am SO NEVER MOVING AGAIN – in fact we are going to build crypts in the basement!
Kisses to feenat!
Off to chat about you on the blog.

One move (we made many in the early years) my husband had to start his job before we were able to move, and left me to deal with the movers and drive 3 children (5, 3, 1) 5 hours to NY (and I have a phobia of driving in the city) to a place I had no idea how to get to. The kids all had scarlet fever the week before, and 2 days before I was due to leave I came down with it also – I was shaking so hard from fever in the middle of the night that I couldn’t get the bottle of tylenol open. But I’m here to tell the story.

The best part was packing everything myself so I knew where everything was and could find things still packed in boxes in our new home years later. I also liked getting rid of all the stuff I had been wanting to get rid of starting with a “clean” slate. The bad part – running out of time and mental ability while packing to make any more decisions so I just packed the junk and moved it and dealt with it after the move.

I am in!!

The best part? Getting to start all over again in a new place, all clean and shiny (hopefully!)

The worst part? Realizing how much junk you have, and how long it is going to take to pack it all

Is it okay if a wannabe spinner tries for this? My sister bought me a beautiful spinning wheel at a garage sale outside of Richmond, Virginia, knowing that I want to try my hand at spinning. Between work, knitting, throwing pots and life, I haven’t taken the time to find someone to teach me how to use this beautiful piece.
My worst moving story – newly married, we moved from Connecticut to Illinois, and the wonderful moving van driver decided in Toledo, Ohio, that he didn’t care to work for that moving company anymore, and left the trailer with all our possessions in a truck stop. It took over a month for the orphan trailer to be noticed. Oh, to be young and in love and not care about sleeping in beds or eating off of real dishes.

The best part? (is there really one?) I tend to enjoy unpacking my yarn and getting to fondle all of the wool I have.

The worst part? Everything else.

Best part of moving: when friends and family chip in to help but YOU get to drive the big truck!

Worst part of moving: Unpacking. I’m terrible at finding places for things.

My favorite move was to where I live now. Some of my friends came up and help me clean the house before we moved in and some helped us actually move stuff. It was special because it is the first house we owned. My worst move was when I had a hard time finding a place due to pets. That move came right down to the wire (not a fond memory at all).
It is so exciting starting in a new place though – Best wishes!

The worst part: lugigng boxes of records. We have hundreds and hundreds of vinyl LPs and they are HEAVY.
The best part: setting up a new kitchen, everything in its new place.

The worst part about moving…I’m probably the worlds BIGGEST PACKRAT! I learned this from my grandmother (God bless her) but I can’t throw away anything that I think will come in handy later…
The best part about moving, well, it’s been 24 years since I last moved so I don’t know how to answer that except to say — a new house to “stash my stuff” in?!

Reminds me of the move my guy and I made to our current apartment. It was the middle of the week – our new landlord wasn’t giving us an inch and wouldn’t let us move in over the weekend prior. And both of us came down with the WORST stomach flu we’ve had since we were kids. First he got it, lying on the couch nearly dead as I tried to stuff all my yarn into bags in the days before moving. Then I got it. We were like helpless, puking, little birds. We ended up calling his ever-gracious mother to beg for help. She somehow managed to pack up the remaining unpacked half of our apartment and after about 20 car trips (windows DOWN) we got it moved. We had to take turns – one would take a box up the stairs while the other puked their guts out, then we switched. I don’t even know how we got this sofa up those winding flights of stairs. And then, at around 10, I did a top-to-bottom 409-ing, vacuuming, spackling and febreezing of the old place in between trips to the bathroom, which I cleaned last. I got that security deposit back, by George.

Best part- Starting over, decorating, going to Target a bunch!

Worst- packing/unpacking with a toddler. So much frustration.

The few times I moved, I always moved to a bigger and/or better place – so the best part of moving has always been trading up! The worst part – omg, it is the unpacking for sure. Packing is a pain, but it’s a cinch. UNpacking sends me to lie down for a while in a darkened room. Where to put everything? Once it has a home will I remember where that is? And how can I have leftover boxes full of stuff that has nowhere to go when this place is bigger than the last one???

Good luck with the move. Breaking something up is always hard, even when it’s for the best.

I moved from FL to RI when I was 19. I packed all my stuff up and sent it via UPS to my friend during the several months before I moved my body there. That part was easy. When I finally took the loooong train ride there, I sat next to a guy who got drunk in the dining car and during the night he progressively sat lower and lower in his seat until he had slid down so that his legs were on the floor (ick!) and his head was resting on my hip like it was a comfy pillow (ickier!) I pretended to stay asleep and moved a bit and thankfully he woke with a big, embarrassed, “OH!!!” It was freezing on the train and me having lived in FL for 3 years no longer owned a coat.

The good part – I met the guy who was to be my husband several months later. That was 15 years ago

Ah, a subject near and dear to my heart this week!

Worst part: Not just the packing (especially since we’ve lived in the same house for 34 years), but–worse–packing the BOOKS. Even weeding out about 1/4, I still have over 2000 books … that’s a lot of paper!

Best part? Um … wait … something will come to me. New start? Fresh beginning? Something like that…

We had an exciting cross country move many years ago, involving an un-airconditioned VW in the summer time. With our dwarf hamster, and several squirt guns. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was two weeks later, after we’d moved into our “temporary” (read: for three months) studio apartment. That was the day that all of our stuff arrived (having just been moved out of our two bedroom house).

Best thing: finally find all those bits and bobs you have lost over the years. I always have a lot of those “ahhh, there it is!!” moments while packing.
Worst thing: unpacking the last box you pack. I call this box the “catch all” box. It’s all of that last crap you forgot to pack and just chucked into a box you have set up. I hate unpacking that thing because most of that stuff didn’t have a box because it didn’t have a good place to be kept period. In fact, we have been here 3 years and that box is living in my front closet still…ahh well!
Good luck!!!

oooh – I just got my first spinning wheel – what fun it would be to spin some of your gorgeous fiber!

The worst part of moving is PACKING. I’ve never done an easy move – the kind where you just load up the car and drive things over in your own time. I moved from Seattle to MA to go to boarding school when I was 14 and to NYC for university (and had to unpack and repack my dorm room every year) and a few times around the city but have always had to do it in one U-Haul load… and now I’m contemplating moving back to Seattle next June! At least I know all my belongings in my 235 square foot apartment fit into one small U-Haul truck!

The best part of moving? Well… I always like the new space and figuring out how to use it best (super important in 235 sq. feet!). It’s a fun challenge to me – many of my friends have my come over when they have to unpack so I can help them figure it out too!

As long as you don’t have lots of books, I say animals should be cake to move! Also make sure to have a roll of toilet paper and tooth brush in your purse or something so you can get to it as soon as you need them. Good luck!

Oy the worse thing about moving is the change of address. We’ve been here almost 4 years now and I still do not have all the mail sent to the right address. I suppose the fact that our country post office has also changed our address three times since we’ve been here doesn’t help. First we were a POBox then had a real street address, then we were a RR and now we as of last week we have yet another street address. ;o)

Best part of moving? Eventually you get sooo sick of packing things you cull the flotsam and jetsam and end up being better organized in your new place.

posting your contest to the IL group in Rav.

Best Part: Throwing away years of accumulated stuff you never knew what to do with and starting over fresh — it feels like the start of a new school year. Worst Part: Figuring how you are going to live in your new house so you know where to put your things. Like, will I want my cups to the left of the sink or to the right. Takes weeks to figure this out!

oh, and i didn’t even mention the stolen stereo equipment from a locked car, the car that was literally crushed (they dropped one of those big shipping crates off the cargo ship on it), poor little mg! The movers who stuffed baking dishes in the microwave so there were dangerous looking dents from the inside out, the mover who packed the full can of garbage, ewww 2 months later! I especially loved the suitcase that was brought into the hotel room during a long move that, well …… vibrated. Lets just say hubby had stuck certain items into his suitcase for the move but forgot to remove batteries…. yup, i bet that airline crew and bag boy had a laugh!

The worst part about moving has got to be either the packing up or the trying to clean up the old house….after you’ve packed everything and are exhausted and really just want to leave.

The best part of moving is, hopefully, a new and better home (preferably already sparkling clean) and having everything out of boxes and returning to the normal routine.

Good luck with the move! It will all be over soon, hopefully! =)

The worst part of moving is making sure all those boxes are really labeled well. You think you will remember but wouldn’t you know it, the one thing you absolutely must have is impossible to find.
The best thing about moving is all the new discoveries, places and new favorite resturants to try.

Just remember there is so much less to move if you purge! purge!purge! Do some each day with friends to help if you get lucky.

The worst part about moving is unpacking and trying to find a place for everything in the new house. It never fails, no matter how carefully you pack, there is always something that gets broken and something that gets thrown away instead of moved.. The last time we moved it was a little figurine that my grandma gave to me. I remember it being in her home and it was kind of a goofy little figurine of an elf with under a mushroom, but it meant a lot to me. We also had some boxes that disappeared. The only thing that we can think of is that they got thrown in the junk pile instead of the move pile.

Try moving to a country where you don’t speak the language! I’ve done that twice in the last 9 years now. And Italian Governmental Red Tape!! Yikes!!! Italian Driving!! And our street is about 2 feet wider than the moving truck, and has on-street parking!!

The worst part of moving is saying, “good bye.” The best part of moving is saying, “Nice to meet you.”

For me, the worst worst worst part of moving is the physical carrying of boxes and heavy stuff. I actually kind of like the organizing of both packing and unpacking, but I hate getting all sweaty with the lifting and the carrying. I always feel very self conscious. Ick! Thanks for hosting another lovely giveaway!

The Best: I love the potential that comes with moving. The opportunity to rearrange, reorganize, get rid of everything extra, and start again clean. I’m currently moving, and my absolute favorite part has been picking new paint colors and watching the rooms become what I wanted them to be.

The Worst: Packing, stress, lifting/carrying, finding out that the last tenant’s baby had spilled an entire container of yogurt on the floor and they just left it there (so now it’s all dried on) and cleaning two different places.

The worst part of moving: Having to organize everything during the packing process, including having to ruthlessly edit your collection of things-you-know-you-will-never-really-need-but-are-loathe-to-throw-away-anyway.

The best part of moving: Placing everything that survived the ruthless editing process in the perfect spot at the new spot and having a lovely, shiny, brand-new place to enjoy.

Best Part of Moving: fresh start
Worst Part of Moving: Ack! what do I do with the stuff I found at the back of the closet I forgot we had not packed yet and THE TRUCK IS FULL!

I used to live in Arlington, Virginia before I moved to Utah. I loved it! I hope you really find your niche there. Word of warning though, not all roads accept moving trucks. Keep your eyes peeled. I think the funniest/worst thing that happened to us on our move was the final parting when we finally left town. We moved ourselves, U-haul style. With enormous sighs of satisfaction we were at last all packed, on the road, and we took the most familiar way out. Yup, the wide open road for us. We got on the Washington Parkway and lo and behold, in less than five minutes, the truck came to a dead standstill! So we had to call to get towed. Yes, towing a full moving truck is no picnic. It turns out trucks are not ALLOWED on that particular parkway and so while we were waiting for the tow truck, red lights came flashing. Police mess and all. They had to set up a bunch of hazzard flares, wave all traffic on by. Blush, blush. It was so embarrassing. The police forgave us and actually gave my family a ride to the U-haul dealers to figure out what was wrong. The truck was OUT OF GAS. That gas gauge had been tampered with before the truck got to us.

Our options: reload a different truck that would become available the next day (are you kidding me?). Or drive the truck with the broken gauge. Hmmmm. We took the broken truck. Kind of sort of guessed when we needed gas as we crossed our ENTIRE NATION. I tell ya, it was a LOOOOOOOONG four days.

I hope this never happens to you.

Best wishes to the newly incorporated Juniper Moon. We’ll be sure to keep looking out for you.

CB

My worst moving story is about my first move with the Air Force as a civillian. First of all, I didn’t know any better, so I drove out to California before I had my orders (the document that says the Government will pay for my move!) after telling the personnel office that I was headed out. Once I arrived, I was told they wouldn’t pay for my hotel, driving expenses, and to move my household items. After I had that worked out and they picked up my stuff from my parents house, I couldn’t get my stuff delivered. For some reason, no one could figure out where it was for about 2 1/2 months. Finally my boyfriend (now husband!!! ) called and was able to get someone to actually do some looking. My household items had been shipped to another base. My stuff was finally delivered about a week later. Before my stuff was actually delivered, I ended up moving apartments again because my first apartment was infested with termites – YUCK!!

One of the best things about moves for me is seeing new places and meeting new people. I know have friends all over the country!

Another happy note, I recently received my spinner’s Spring 2009 share and can’t wait to get started spinning it. It feels so luscious!! I’m already looking forward to my Fall 2009 share. Thanks for the great and fun idea of a Fiber CSA!

The worst parts about moving. Well, it starts with having to keep the house really super clean and tidy and clutter free when you are selling, then comes the packing! If you try to get all packed too early, then you are always wanting to get something and remember that it is already packed away – drives me out of my mind! If you leave packing to the last minute, then it is such a horrendous rush; nothing is organized or labeled properly, and things are not packed well and get broken. Then of course the backbreaking actual chore of schlepping heavy boxes, then the unpacking!
On the other hand, moving gives one a sense of fresh new beginnings, and the chance to re-organize and start out anew. A new community to explore, perhaps, and new friends to meet.

Good luck with your move!

The worst part of moving is trying to sort through all your stuff – what goes? what gets thrown out? what is this, anyways? whatever possessed me to buy/keep this in the first place?

The best part of moving is going through all your stuff and finding long lost items, stories and memories!

Moving is great and absolutely horrific at the same time. I’m not much for packing up and getting everything carried up and down stairs, but I love when all the moving guys are gone, it’s completely quiet and you can just walk around the boxes and stuff with a cup of coffee in your hand. I guess it’s very much like traveling for me – one second I’m up over the roof, knowing it will be such a great, new place to be – looking forward to meeting people and see places. The next I’m sobbing on the floor, missing the known places and the pizza from my former-local pizza guy.
But hang in – every time you find a new little corner of your new home area, it will be like finding a true gem. Good luck with it all…

The worst part of moving is all the goodbyes. Packing belongings that trigger sad memories of other goodbyes, setting aside for a yard sale other items that have triggered waytoomany goodbye tears. Saying goodbye after goodbye to friends and loved ones, knowing when (or if!) you see them again, it won’t be the same. Saying a goodbye-of-the-heart to your onetime home, knowing if you ever go back to the place, it will somehow seem so much smaller.

The best part of a move is that it *ends*.

The worst moving experience we have ever had was when we moved from an apartment to a big farmhouse in the country. Said farmhouse was owned by Scott’s grandfather, and he kicked out two of Scott’s cousins so we could move in. Okay, the cousins were NOT taking care of the house and farm, and Gramps used us as an excuse to evict them.

Well, the day we moved (Dec 23rd), it was 25 below 0. All my plants froze in the back of the Uhaul on the way to the house, even though we carefully wrapped them, and when we got there, there was no heat. The cousins conveniently forgot to have the fuel oil tank filled, even though they had agreed to do so since they were given a full tank when they moved in. So, not only is it 25 below 0 outside, we have no heat, have to get in touch with the fuel oil place to deliver an emergency tank of oil, and we have to get in touch with a furnace guy to relight the thing.

The best move was to our current house, which is only 800 feet down the road from the last house. It was a breeze!

The best thing about moving – during my last (and final) move, I found my missing crochet hooks. About 20 of them – in a bank pouch, trapped by the dust cover of an upholstered chair. They had been in hiding for about a year and a half.

The worst part of moving, besides packing everything up, is leaving great friends behind. Especially if you are moving from one continent to another, and you know you will never see those friends again.

Worst story of moving…

The forgot our car across the country. Then, the only brought half of our things. We had beds, but no sheets or blankets. We had bath products, but no towels. And on and on and on. The worst part was they delivered all the parts to our daughter’s crib, but none of the hardware. That never did show up. We ended up having to find the instructions (I know, laughable!) and go to home depot and purchase every screw and bolt. The other half of our shipment showed up about a week later. We were still short about 9 boxes total by the end.

Best part of moving? Thinning out all the things you haven’t touched in years and getting things organized again (I have a lovely habit of accumulating…but never really finding a place for…things)
The worst? Getting organized…I have an issue with organization…love the result, hate the process!

Worst Moving Story? . . . they are legion, but the worst was moving across the country with my now ex-husband in a UHaul truck that was full to bursting – and having the ruptured disks in my spine go out the day before the move. I rode and drove all the way across the country in a truck with bad shocks, in agony all the way . . . it was horrific.

I have moved so many times since college I can even give you a number. I enjoy the cleaning and purging and sorting. My worst move was in 2001 when I foolishly rented a van instead of a truck because I swore I was going to purge enough stuff to fit in a van. I was wrong and had to leave behind a cherished old wood desk from my college years. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I could have given it to someone but because the decision was made hours before I was scheduled to get on the road, I had to but it out by a dumpster. It kills me to think about losing that wonderful desk. Since 2003 I have only used moving companies and it feels really good not to have to pack up a truck but nerve racking when you watch all your belongings drive away with a stranger. Good luck.

Worst move was two moves ago. I was sharing an apartment with a friend. After a couple years we’d both gotten sick of one another, but we were too foolish to realize that meant somebody should move before we really couldn’t stand one another. Things came to a head when I got a boyfriend, which pissed her off. She told a mutual friend she didn’t understand how I could have a boyfriend at all because I was too fat. Fortunately she never said that to me or to him, and she couldn’t say anything against him as he’d been her friend from before I’d met either of them.

The lease was in her name, so she got it transferred to a studio apartment in the same building, and exactly 30 days before that went into effect she gave me a letter telling me so, which she’d had a lawyer draw up. The best part is, she’d had the letter prepared the previous Thursday, and on Monday she’d agreed to have a couple of people crash with us the next weekend. She gave me the letter on Wednesday. So our houseguests may have picked up on some tension.

The boyfriend and I had been planning to move in together in the fall when his lease was up, so this was not a disaster, but it was a pain. That would have given us the choice of any available apartment in the city. Where he still had another 5 months on the lease, we had to transfer the lease over to a suitable apartment managed by the same company. That gave us about three choices.

The one we picked was a nice apartment, very sunny and clean, with a good layout and nice big closets. The only problem is that it was a fourth floor walkup. It was also literally halfway between our two current apartments, about a two-block walk from both. Naively, we thought our friends would be able to just walk the stuff over, so we didn’t hire a truck.

Moving day, our friends managed to get the couch and the bed over there, and a few loads of boxes. My mother pulled me aside and said, “I’m going to call some movers now, because I don’t want your father to have a heart attack.” We were already starting to get tired, and we’d barely made a dent in my stuff, let alone his, so this was a godsend. Or a momsend.

The movers brought over everything in short order except for one thing. They refused to touch my books. I had them all tied up with twine, and they informed me that was not an adequate packing method. I had at least 60 feet of bookshelf space, and half of that was paperbacks which were in two rows.

The boyfriend and I moved the books by ourselves the next day. We borrowed a big canvas wheeled bin from the junkstore around the corner, used that to bring all the books down the street, and hauled them up the center of the stairwell on a rope. We had two big backpacks and a clip. I’d fill one bag at the bottom while he emptied one at the top. Took us all day.

The best move was the next and last one, when we moved into our house. We hired movers ahead of time, and packed the books in boxes. Those poor guys earned their money! The books went from a fourth-floor walkup apartment to a third-floor bedroom in our new house. But we went from a two-bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchen to a five-bedroom house. We had so much extra room for a while! The mortgage wasn’t any more than our rent had been, and we’ve got it half paid off now. That was 15 years ago. Boyfriend has been husband for the past two. House is now as full of stuff as the apartment was. Fortunately spindles don’t take up too much room.

I am a bit of a packrat, so for me, the best part about moving is being forced to sit down and look at every single item I own and make a decision on whether or not it is worth the effort to pack it up and move it. It is a great chance to purge “life clutter.” The worst part about moving is leaving everything familiar to you behind, your friends, family, favorite grocery store and venturing out into the unknown.

Packing is bad, I learned early (moved a lot in college and right after) to use movers. Living off of junk food for a week is my worst part. I always mark all boxes which room they go to and generally have everything unpacked the night we are in. I move my kitchen and set up bathrooms first and dressers-I just put trash bags over the drawers.

My worst experience was when the movers were several hours late and then they dropped the one box, my collection of tea pots, several were my late grandmother’s and they were all broken.

I love the new start, the house is perfectly clean and you can have everything perfect, for at least a few days.

Good luck, I don’t envy you and the move, although sometimes I wish, when I look around at what a kid and man can do to a house, I could just walk out and step into a model house all set up and start over

The worst thing for me the last time we moved was spraining my ankle and damaging all three tendons. I was carrying empty boxes home from work and stepped into a “pothole” on the sidewalk losing my balance and spraining the ankle. Poor J had to finish the packing (never let a man do the packing) and I was on crutches for weeks. My ankle stayed swollen from April until October and it was a full year before I really felt recovered. Be careful with those empty boxes!

The best part of moving is making new friends and discovering all the wonderful things about your new location. After I moved into my house I learned to knit and met all my wonderful fiber friends. My life is 100 times richer now and all because we moved.

Best part of moving is the anticipation and the excitement,
I really dont mind packing I always seem to find something I had lost soooo long ago.
now unpacking is another story it always feels like I’m living out of boxes for weeks.
My next move will hopefully be my last to my own little farm Someday it will happen I can only dream

Moving all your animals. Wow. My move was only two cars, one pickup truck plus a giant U-haul truck. I think you have more to move than I did. I had to sell my loom because it wouldn’t fit in the truck…but I got a new loom out of the deal. Spinning wheel fit in my car and the kids took turns riding with Dad in the UHaul.

The best part of moving is that, if you do it right, you can get rid of a whole lot of extraneous stuff without guilt and the local thrift shop will love you.

The worst part for me is that no matter how hard I try to be organized when putting things away in the new house, I can never find anything without a major search.

The best: fresh start!
The worst moving story I know: some friends of mine packed their home & their life lovingly into boxes. Even their fish were all in baggies awaiting their new home. Moving from Albuquerque to Amarillo, just a 4 hr drive…3 hrs into the drive, Jared notices smoke in his side view mirror, he pulls over and lifted the door of the rented Uhaul…everything-furniture, photo albums and yes, the fish- everything completely gone on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Moving sucks.

The best part of moving is change. I love having new spaces to fill, new places to explore, new routines to make.

The worst part was finding problems after the move — in my case, a wet foundation and a busted sewing machine, both costly to repair.

Moving is realizing how much junk you actually have. On the other hand, it is a prime opportunity to get of much of that junk. Because God knows you can’t haul ALL of it with you.

But the good parts are re-organizing, and for a whole darn week the house is just lovely.

Best part I believe is arranging all your stuff in a new atmosphere. Love it when the last box is unpacked and everything has its new spot.

Worst is all the clutter until this is accomplished.

Worst thing(s) about moving:
Packing up EVERYTHING. Throwing away stuff you forgot you had. Give it to Goodwill or just throw it out with the trash? Getting other stuff you forgot you had to the new place and THEN throwing it out because why did you pack it and haul it to the new place in the first place? Ten years later, finding stuff you never unpacked and should have thrown out all those years ago.
Having trouble learning to get around the new place.

Finding new places to get good prices on stuff. Figuring out new places to put all that stuff that you packed up and moved.

Best things: Making new friends. Seeing new places. Learning that people everywhere are good and kind.

The best part? You’re moving to a beautiful part of the country FROM a beautiful part of the country, where you will meet many, many people with like interests, who love animals and to a countryside where the environment is danged near perfect for you AND for your critters.

The worst part? Well, beyond the obvious logistics and work is the fact that, no matter how many times others have moved, they have absolutely NO understanding of YOUR particular move and, sometimes, you just feel totally overwhelmed and weary.

Best parts: finding treasures while packing and unpacking and deciding to let go of things finally.

Worst part: feeling overwhelmed, BUT it does get done eventually. Good luck!

mmm…lovely!!
I’m one of those crazy people who actually really likes packing. Loading up the boxes is like putting together a puzzle…trying to fit that last piece in before you tape up the box and attack it with a sharpie so it ends up in the right place. I LOVE packing.

The worst part: Unpacking when your new place is smaller than your old place and no matter how many hours you spend staring at the one closet in your new apartment, it doesn’t get any bigger. /

A few years ago, I helped my sister move from Kentucky to Georgia. I’d never seen a cockroach before, so that was a nasty shock, and I wouldn’t go outside in the dark for fear of the crunching. We spent days upon days trying to strip the dining room wallpaper with steamers and scorers and quite a few unhappy mutterings. We ended up having to take it off pretty much square inch by square inch only to find that there were at least 3 layers under the top one. It was…character building at the very least. But despite the absurd amounts of wet scrapings everywhere that her dogs were trying to eat, and our sore muscles, even at the time, we mostly laughed our way through it. But then we met the neighbors and wondered if it was really worth it after all. /

I hate moving. The worst part is not packing although it is a pain, it’s finding enough friends to help you physically move all my stuff.

I agree that the best part is the fresh start, making a new space your home. And although painful, making the time to sort through and get rid of what you don’t want or need, is awesome once it’s all done.

we moved into our new house when my son was just 5 weeks old…buying our first house while having a tiny newborn and a toddler! sheesh! i don’t know how i managed to even pack!! but here we are two years later, still pulling boxes up from the basement that still need unpacking!! the good part about that is i am getting rid of ALOT, since obviously much of that stuff i obviously didn’t need for 2 years!! lol!
good luck to you in your moving adventure! its a great way to get a new start, and clean and purge stuff you don’t need!!!

The best part is probably being able to separate the wheat from the chaff- really deciding what’s valuable and worth keeping, and pitching what’s useless. The worst part is the actual moving of crap. Packing it into a van, driving it somewhere, unloading it. This past April my sister and I drove a Uhaul moving van for my mother, from Vermont to Florida. In two days. It was so stressful. My only advice is- GET A GPS.

I would love love love Cormo. I’ve often felt and admired it but have never spun it.

Generally speaking, the worst part of moving is the unpacking. You’ve just spent all that time packing everything up, and then you have to reverse it and find homes for everything. In fact, I think there might still be a box or two that hasn’t been unpacked from my last move….. over 7 years ago.

The worst thing specifically happened during that same move. We closed on the house we were selling, meaning we had no place to live, and then when it came time to sign on the dotted line for the new house a couple of hours later, the seller balked. Sudden hysterics about not being able to give up the house. It was an exciting couple of hours, in a bad way.

Best thing about moving? All the possibilities.

I thought I had made my worst move about 8 years ago when we moved acrossed town. You see my husband is a pack rat, there really is no nice way to say it. Well he brought everything, mind you I had spent months down sizing and getting ready for a fresh start. I say I thought that would be the worst because after the move we had a long talk about cleaning up the, cover your ears, CRAP. Well the other day I went to the attic only to find more stuff and after checking the closets in his office i found reel to reel tapes (from his childhood), 8 track tapes (from his youth), albums (from college), cassette tapes (from our early years) and added to all of that VHS tapes! Now these items are great if you have a way to use them but with out the players they are just junk to me. So my next move will be the worst, unless I die first!

The best part of moving is getting to sort through the junk piles that accumulate and getting rid of stuff you don’t really need. The worst moving story I have is when we moved to our current house and had to rip out all of the carpeting before we could move in. It was filthy and gross and I was in my first trimester with my first baby, so I was nauseous and tired. Then after that I had to pull staples out of the floor and scrub the floor down. Not much fun.

I just recently moved. But I moved about a mile down the street, had a bunch of friends help me with the big stuff, and had about a month to move little things from my apartment to my new place. That equals a pretty easy move.

My parents though….My mom works for the government and got stationed in Europe. Before going over they had to pack up two houses, deal with two moving companies, put much of that stuff in storage, and hope to God that the other stuff actually made it to Belgium. They didn’t have a house yet. They would have to figure that out when they got over there. They didn’t really speak French either.

It all ended up working out but my dad said he was so stressed out that his mind ended up blocking out the entire first month. He barely remembered a thing except that they got settled somehow. Boy, am I glad that wasn’t me!

We moved 2 day after Christmas a few years ago. What an ordeal. We found $500 of gift cards, family and friends had given us for Christmas in a box 6 months later!! The worse part is trying to live around boxes. The best part is a new beginning – clean slate!!

The best part about moving? Starting fresh in a new, unknown place.
The worst part about moving? Starting fresh in a new, unknown place.

My best and worst are usually the same. It’s a wonder I ever get anything done!

Moving sounds like such an adventure to me. That may be because I’ve not had to do it since I was a college-age kid. Now that my pack-rat self has filled up our little house it may be different. Thinking back to the moves when I was younger, I’d say the best part is finding things you’d forgotten about and then four months later when you finally unpack that last box, finding them again. The worst part is having to pare down the stash; it drives me nuts to part with the things I “might need someday!” My last move with my parents I packed my diploma at the bottom of a box of crafting supplies -surely Dad wouldn’t make me leave that behind. Fortunately, we ended up with plenty of room and that ploy was unnecessary, but I was prepared anyway
This is a fabulous giveaway. I’ve actually been spinning for longer than I’ve been knitting, and just the thought of plunging my hands into a luscious bag of cormo & cormo/mohair makes me feel a bit giddy. I’ll write about this on my blog.

Thanks

The worst part about moving is the unpacking. The packing and the actual moving don’t bother me as much as the unpacking. I hate it!

It’s got be packing. Last time we moved, we paid to have the packing done for us. It was well worth it especially as I had a 6 month old baby at the time. This time around – we’re in the process of buying a house – we once again have a 6 month old baby but we’re renting at the moment and have to give 3 months notice so we can have an overlap between the two houses which is just as well because there’s a lot of renovation to be done.

best part: purging stuff you really don’t need
worst part: if things get broken or lost in the move

Moving is a nightmare no matter how you slice it. Everything you own in a box or bag. Here is my Moving Day story. We moved to our house on Memorial Day weekend. Went to rent a moving van no dice…no moving vans for that weekend. We could have waited but we would have had no help. Had to move ended up with a trailer rented from a friend of a friend. My DH went to get our bed and returned six hours later. I was not a happy camper. Needless to say there was an arguement that neither of us have ever repeated. Thank goodness. Then it started to rain and continued to rain for the next month. But in the end we got moved and none the worse for wear. We are very happy on our little farmstead.

The worst part of moving is the boxes of random stuff that’s left over after unpacking…why did I keep all that anyway? Some of my stuff is still in boxes waiting, and it’s been three years! Winning some nice fiber might motivate me enough to empty a few!

So, we bought this house. And by “we” I mean “he,” but we’re married now so what’s his is mine, right? Haha, guess who forgot that prenup!

Okay so seriously, so we bought this house, and the day came to move into it (which, coincidentally was 2 years ago Tuesday). We got all our stuff and all our friends together and we drove to the new house. We were all excited. We parked, took a brief moment just to look at it, a REAL HOUSE, and opened the door to get out of the car.

That’s when The Smell hit us. Like dog poo times one hundred. Um. Um, what the eff is that? And why isn’t it going away when I walk clear to the other side of the yard? Then Linda and Louie Ragucci came over from across the street to introduce themselves (I swore they said their names were Linda and Louie Fettucini or Fiduciary or something, but I was wrong). We thanked them for their warm welcome, then politely asked what the HELL was up with the stench? “Oh! That’s just The PIggery over in Tewksbury. Sometimes it smells like that here. Sometimes for weeks on end! It’s awful!”

I just about died. This was something the seller’s agent had somehow forgotten to mention.

However, we’ve honestly never really smelled it again. That was the worst it’s ever been in 2 years here- about once every 6 months or so I’ll catch a slight whiff, but it instantly goes away. I think it was because it was an unseasonably warm October day.

And that’s my story. Hopefully when you move into your new farm you won’t smell “a piggery.”

Love,
Jenny

The best part of moving for me is the excitement of a new place. If it’s bigger than I have more space for my wheels and yarn.

The worst part is all the work involved in packing and unpacking. Trying to be organized with the packing and then trying to find where things are as you unpack and organize the new place.

Best thing about moving: It’s like having a fresh start.
Worst thing about moving: Discovering how much junk I actually have.

The best part of moving is the excitement of all the new things- people, places, food, LYS.

The worst part is the fear – of the unknown, of the lack of control, of the things that will get broken or go missing.

You want a moving hell story? I’ve got one for you!

My Fiancee & I bought our first house together last year, and it was my first time moving out of my parents house.

We searched for a house for months and months, doing marathon weekends of showings. Most of what we saw was awful or mediocre. We saw about 8 places that we liked, though. We put in offers on all 8 of them, at different times throughout the process, of course. We had a seller take the property off the market after only 1 week of it being on, deciding that she “just wasn’t ready to sell it.” Um..okay? We had multiple sellers just disappear off of the face of the planet, totally. After weeks of trying to contact them via phone, email, and fax, we gave up.

We finally got under contract for a house in early September of last year. That’s when the trouble really began…

We were preapproved for our loan, and had all of our paperwork in way before we even had a house picked out. Suddenly, the bank lost all of our paperwork. We sent it to them multiple times through multiple channels, to no avail. Our closing had to be postponed twice due to this bank. Even our local loan officer was so fed up that she quit after we were able to move our loan to a different bank. We finally took all of our paperwork to another mortgage company, where a friend of our (awesome!) realtor’s did our mortgage paperwork in just 3 days.

We were finally ready to close…When it was postponed, again. This time, the selling bank didn’t have the work done on the house that was required by our contract. They finished it, and we were going to close!

But it was postponed again. The person at the selling bank that was supposed to sign the papers was on vacation. Okay, 1 more week.

And it was postponed again. They never sent the right papers. And again…this time because they needed to change the title to a different (subsidiary) bank before they could sell the house to us. After having our closing postponed two months, we were finally able to sign on a Thursday in November, shortly before Thanksgiving.

All was well and we were ready to finally move in…When my fiancee was laid off not 24 hours after we signed the papers.

Our amazing Realtor told us it was the hardest sale he’d ever had in over 20 years of doing his job. At least we got the really difficult one out early, right?

So, that is our hellish story of our move. He was able to find a new job within a month, and luckily our first payment was differed until January, as well as we had plenty in savings to keep us going. This, of course, drained our savings and we’ve been playing catch up ever since, but now, 1 year later, we’re starting to get back on our feet and caught up.

I’m posting a link on my twitter to this blog, so everyone can get in on the nightmares of moving fun!

The best part of moving is that for once the house is clean! And the worst? When we moved from Seattle to Denver in ‘63 my parents waited and waited to hear from our moving van driver. Three weeks later the company called to tell us the driver had abandoned the trailer rig in SE Wyoming. Lovely. We eventually got our furniture.

Oooh, I re-tweeted this! Awesome giveaway!

For a while I moved to a new location every few years and was able to keep the accumulation of stuff down then I settled and bought a house. Over the years I have thought it would be a great idea to go through the house as if I was packing to move and clear it out like I used to. However without the necessity it never seems to get done. This may stimulate me to start with one room and do just that. The best part of moving is getting down to what is really important in your life and making new friends. The worst part is being distant from current friends.

The best part of moving to a brand new space and getting to set everything up differently and redecorating. Decluttering and getting rid of things that you should of a long time ago. The bad part is the packing and hauling!

At one period in my life, I moved 8 times in 7 years. One move was cross country, and that was the hardest – in regards to prep – because of the distance, and well… if I forgot something, there was no going back to retrieve it.

My sad story was that the FIRST time I moved in the 8 move period, it was because of a divorce. My ex was so mad that he purged a bunch of stuff, one being our Christmas box from the basement. All the Xmas ordaments from my childhood, gifts from my grandparents, crocheted snowflakes from my great aunt, and all my child’s handmade ordaments – gone. I don’t do Christmas anymore. This is one (of many) reasons.

So the good thing about moving? Fresh starts! The excitement of discovery. The ability to see with new eyes what people around you see as commonplace. It’s a great place. The wonder of it all.

The worst – well, you’re doing it.

Enjoy the ride. Be in the moment. Hug your sheep when things get tough. And spoil yourself at night with a soak with a big, hot bubble bath. But don’t fall asleep in there!

having just moved, this is a good topic for me

worst part: packing, especially when you grew out of your old place about 1 year after moving in, yet still stayed there for 4 more years. it was horrible and cramped (mostly with books, yarn and wool strangely enough…) and super difficult to clean anything. on top of that my poor husband ha to do all the packing because i was 5 months pregnant, and STILL hadn’t gotten over the morning sickness. luckily our families were super helpful and came over to schlep stuff around when it came time to put everything in the moving van and haul it to our new apartment, 4 hours away. unfortunately, we had underestimated the size of truck we needed and had to leave all our book cases behind. (have i mentioned that we have A LOT of books?) so even though we’ve been in the new place for about two months, the spare room is still packed full of boxes of books, because we have no where to put them.

best part: starting over fresh.
our new place is so much bigger and airier than the old, with none of the problems. PLUS we have a dishwasher! unpacking was great because i could look at everything and choose the best spot for it to live, and i got to revisit a lot of old friends i discovered while unpacking, that i had forgotten i had.

Books. Books are the worst part. I read, a lot. And have trouble letting go – what if I want to REREAD it later!? Because I frequently do. Which has led to a personal library of – no exaggeration – in excess of four thousand books. Four thousand HEAVY books. That all had to be packed, and moved, and moved again, and then unpacked. I don’t think my back has recovered to this day.

And then there was the pipe – we went away for the weekend in midst of the moving frenzy, and then what do we come back home to? A flooded house, insanely warped floors, and essentially all the plumbing in the house needing to be replaced. While we’re trying to pack and move. NOT pretty.

Did I mention that I was pregnant too? And had just started a new job three hours away? Really not a fun time.

The worst part is packing and carrying boxes (especially carrying boxes of books!) But the best part might be unpacking and making everything neat and organized in your new place. It’s about the only time my place is ever organized. lol. Good luck to you!

The best part of moving is when you are done packing and ready to head out.

The worst part is unpacking and finding out that you now have too much stuff for your new place. Then you have to figure out what to do with the packing materials.

My worst moving story is when I moved up here to Maine. The movers showed up on packing day and said that our stuff wasn’t organized well enough, and refused to move our belongings. So I had to rush around to change my arrangements to do a DIY move. The first truck I got was way too small so I took that one back. The next truck they tried to give me had a tire that was flat and had come off the rim. The third truck seemed to be fine. We got some help packed everything up ourselves and got underway.

The truck was a 24 diesel, and it was a real gutless wonder. It managed to get all the way from Florida to New Hampshire where it died on the side of the highway (at 2;00 A.M.). They finally got a service guy out to me about an hour later, and the truck was like new the last 150 miles to Maine. Then we couldn’t get into our new house right away so we had to put everything in a storage unit, and our Realtor managed to find us an apartment to rent for a couple of weeks until we could close on our house and move in. My attic is still crammed full of boxes 6 years later.

The best part – fabulous movers (Brothers Movers in suburban Philadelphia, PA). Two trucks, 8 guys & 10 hours to load, move & unload, all the while being polite & pleasant and NOTHING broken.

The worst part – packing & unpacking and the amount of take-out food you eat during the process. Yuck.

The worst part of moving: finding out how much stuff you’ve accumulated since the last move. Wondering if you’re doing the right thing by moving somewhere new. Having the moving van GET LOST and end up days and days later in a state two states away… whoops.

The best thing: A fresh start, a new adventure.

OH, how I would love to have some lovely new fiber to spin!

Best part of moving: getting a new house out of the deal. (loving the pics of your new place btw!)

Worst part of moving: I own a piano. Need I say more? It’s been moved a few times and really shows the scars of the last move, which I paid $250 for the man to put a giant (4″ long by 1/2″ deep) mark on the side. No one has ever seen the mark but me, it’s on the least visible part of the piano, and near the bottom, so you wouldn’t look there… but that isn’t really the point is it?

Best of luck with your move- we’re all excited for you to start this new chapter and I’m sure you’ll find lots of happiness in the new farm.

Ok, second try now! Moving definitely sucks. In December 2007 we moved from our house of 16 years onto a 35-foor sailboat with our two daughters, aged 15 and 13. Tried to sell the house, but couldn’t. Lived on board for 6 months, then moved into in-laws house for one month. Moved back to Minnesota to a rental while our house was also being rented. Lived there for 10 months, tried to sell the house again during that time to no avail. Moved back into our house in May, only to find out how much our house had aged in the the 18 months we had let family stay in it. Painter’s here today to continue fixes!

After 17 moves I am a pro, and look forward to moving as I clean out stuff, then. We have retired, so no moves in our future. The bad, leaving friends behind; the good, a new adventure! Attitude is everything.

The best part of moving is exploration and discovery – getting to know the quirks of your new home and the layout of your new neighborhood. It’s sort of a domestic Indiana Jones feeling.

The worst part is physically moving. Packing, hauling, unpacking, reorganizing… it’s exhausting.

I think the worst and best parts of moving are the same. Purging and organizing – all best and worst. The very very worst *Grin* is cleaning the old place – and cleaning the new place before you unpack. The very best of moving – getting to organize your home without having to shuffle every thing from one room to a holding room (and it lanquishes there for months…until you realize that guests are coming in 8 days and that ‘holding’ room is really the ‘guest’ room!) Another plus for moving – painting! Though not the actual physical labor of painting, but the fact that you get to start over with whatever colors are your favorites now.

I have moved many many many times and have more stories than you have room here. All fact. I swear. You can’t make this stuff up. The most memorable move was moving from up-state NY to California in January of 1986, which was more like a relay race than a move. My husband was already in California working, which left me to pack the household, sell a boat (right, in New York in January) and relocate some essentials, a full grown Airedale, Miniature Schnauzer, the cat and me. Our cars were off by rail so I rented a station wagon (I wanted a van,but they didn’t have one) and drove all of us through a snow storm to the Detroit area to say good bye to family there. Because I didn’t have a van, I had a really hard time getting all the stuff I had to take, including the pets in the station wagon. To make things fit the animal crates had to be taken apart. The only space left for the Airedale was the front passenger seat. Every time I got out of the car for a pit stop he would promptly assume a position in the driver’s seat and I would have to wrestle him back over to his assigned seating. He was so big I had to get out of the car open the passenger door and coax him over…before I could run back and get in the driver’s side he would be back in the driver’s seat again. At one rest area after watching this routine for 2 or 3 tries, some stranger felt so sorry for me he offered his aid and actually held the dog in the passenger side while I got back in the car. It got to be comical after a while…sort of. Normally this would have been a 6 hour trip. Between wrestling with the dog over who was going to drive and the lousy winter weather, it took over 12 hours. We safely arrived, said our good byes and prepared to fly out the next day. This happened to be Super Bowel Sunday with a departure time during the middle of game (no wonder we didn’t have trouble getting the flight). We left early for the hour long drive to Detroit airport because the Airedale was too big, according to the airline, and had to fly “freight” which meant dropping him off at the freight terminal rather than the passenger terminal. When we arrived at the freight terminal all attendants were busy watching the game and not paying attention to the dog or my instructions. I was so fearful he would be left on the loading dock in the sub-zero, snowy, windy weather I refused to leave him there. We proceeded to the passenger terminal, which was nearly deserted. I had to go inside and literally grab a Skycap away from the football game to help me with the 3 animal crates, 4 suitcases and 2 large cardboard boxes. I tipped him $60 (in 1986 money) to make sure the pets were not left on a loading dock and got on the plane safely…which they did. The flight to Sacramento was uneventful, however when we got there we couldn’t land because of fog and were diverted to San Francisco airport. Once on the ground, the airline provided a minibus to drive us to Sacramento, about 8 people. By this time it was nearly midnight and we had been traveling for over 7 hours. The driver of the minibus looked at me and my menagerie and told me the pets couldn’t go, they would be put on a plane in the morning. Knowing full well they would be unattended overnight, I refused to allow this and asked for a hotel room, a rental car or to be allowed to bring them. Meanwhile, back in Sacramento my husband was waiting and heard from the airport people that passengers from the flight would be coming by ground, but some lady with dogs was holding things up. Well, he figured out who that was. Back in San Francisco, the minibus driver polled the other passengers to see if they minded the dogs coming with them on the bus. They were so fed-up they were at the “WHAT EVER” stage and agreed. We loaded the cat and the Miniature Schnauzer in the back on top of the other luggage but the Airedale’s crate wouldn’t fit. The driver and I tired every imaginable way and no dice. Finally, with the permission of the other passengers, we took the huge crate apart, wedged it in between the driver and the door, and they allowed the Airedale to lay in the isle for the 1 1/2 hour drive. Some guy from New York City was bringing bagels to a friend and the poor hungry Airedale tried to put his nose in this guys bag of bagels the whole trip. We finally arrived in Sacramento in the wee hour of the morning. That should be the end of the story, happy ending and all that, right……NOT. We drove the 45 minutes to our new house and first thing is to let the pets out. They had been in crates for way too long. Luckily we had a fenced in yard, so while they were outside I was setting up the cats litter box, trying to find the food and water bowls, etc. when I hear a huge SPLASH!!! The Schnauzer, not being familiar with the new back yard, had walked right into the swimming pool. I jump in the pool to save the dog (remember it is January) drag her out and we dripped into the house. I tore through the boxes for towels and the suitcases for dry clothes. We get dried off and finally hit the floor to sleep….because the furniture hadn’t arrived, of course. This may have been the longest 2 days of my life! I could go on to tell you of the move from California to New Orleans in the middle of summer….also with the pets…..but that’s a whole different story.

A procastinator always hates moving How many times have I been up all night the day before moving packing those last boxes. Had high hopes of tossing and sorting and that all goes out the window when time slips away.

No true horror stories to rival anything already here. I moved myself into a small apartment in Boston, hauling all my stuff up three floors (no elevator), including mattress, dresser, etc. When time came to move out, my company hired movers for me (yay!).

Two guys showed up and were not amused at the lack of elevator. At one point, one of them tried to judge whether he could lower stuff out the window but, thankfully abandoned that idea. Imagine a grizzled gruff old Bostonian with an ancient dresser strapped to his back, swearing down flights of stairs.

I think the young kid didn’t do much and I wasn’t allowed to (for their insurance purposes). Fun times.

best part – first night of sleep in your own bed in a new place
worst – that my stuff seems to breed when I’m not looking, because there is not way I have bought all this. where did it come from?

I haven’t ever moved yet, so I can’t tell any stories. Can I enter anyway?

The best part of moving is that while you pack, you get a really good look at all that fiber you’ve accumulated — inspring!

The worst part of moving is that while you pack, you get a really good look at all that fiber you’ve accumulated — scary!

Good luck with your own move!

Thank your lucky stars you’re not moving overseas….We “moved” overseas-lock, stock and barrell for a five year stay! It took three months to pack up. It took 6 months to deliver our belongings after we arrived and then, we had about six boxes that never ever arrived….our clothing! On the way back to the USA after five years, everything arrived after a couple of weeks, but some of our china was broken and all of our personal photographs were missing. No more moving for me if I can help it!!!
Best wishes for a very smooth and un-eventful (except good stuff) move!!

The best part of moving is definitely decorating the new place! Selecting paints, colors, furniture, etc =). I like to decorate and add furniture before I move all my stuff in – but of course that’s less possible if the place is across the country.

But in general I hate moving – I always pack stuff and unpack and lose/can’t find half the things I packed! I don’t have any moving horror stories, but one of my friends’ moving vans was rear-ended – and the damage was so bad that only half the stuff in there was salvageable =(.

The best part of moving is sloughing off the old and predictable and moving somewhere fresh and surprising.
The worst part is that, no matter how well you pack, you will always desperately need something that’s been put at the bottom of the box at the far back.

Best part of moving = the opportunity for a fresh start. Worst part of moving = that it piles another full-time job on top of already busy lives.

{{Hugs}} to you. Moving is hell, and every time we do it I swear we will never do it again. But eventually our wander-lust and need to start fresh take over, and we do it anyway. It is kind of like childbirth – you forget how painful it is until it is time to do it again.

The hardest part of moving, other than just the general stress of the change. . . Hmmm, Oh, you mean when they show up with someone else’s things? Or when they finally arrive with your things, and the most valuable, irreplaceable things are heavily damaged? No, that never happened to me
But the best part is making your new place *your* home.

I work for a moving company, and I must say, some days the worst thing about moving is, well, working for a moving company. I’ve read through some of the stories below, and I know how harrowing it can be to entrust your things to a stranger, let alone a whole set of them. Unfortunately, sometimes accidents do happen, from the small to the huge. (One of our trucks once ran into a bridge in a rainstorm and everything in the trailer got wet when it was opened up like a tin can.) But if you think it’s bad that the movers pack your bathroom trash and wrap your toothpicks, just know, and I can tell you this from personal experience, that there is someone out there who complained that the movers did NOT do that, and that is why they do! It’s a crazy business, sometimes.

The best part of moving? You know, I love moving, and although I work for a moving company for the last 10 years, I’ve never actually used one to move, including when I bought my house 8 years ago, when I was pregnant. It can be SO stressful, and when it is 105 degrees outside, and you are five months pregnant, AND you and your husband are doing everything without any help at all (except borrowing a pickup from your parents) it can seem a little overwhelming and a LOT uncomfortable at times. But what an opportunity. If you’re like me, you’ve got lots of stuff stashed in drawers and boxes, and maybe you haven’t seen a lot of it in a while. (Since the last time you moved?) You get to go through stuff, you get to purge, you get to remember why some things follow you from place to place no matter what, and really reflect on what they mean to you. (If you’re lucky) You get to open the door on a clean and exciting new environment, and you get to fill it with everything that’s most important to you, and you get to leave your old familiar space clean and exciting and new for someone else. It’s a restorative and grounding experience every time I do it.

I’ve never really moved…I know….crazy. I mean, I moved when I was six, but I don’t think that counts. I also moved when I got married, but I was still living at home and all I had was clothes and misc junk. I would love to move, though!

My husband and I have lived in the same house now for 11 years and have closed up both my grandmother’s farmhouse and my parents house and barn during that time. I am sure you can imagine what I have stuffed into nooks and crannies of my house trying to hold onto family mementos. My worst fear about moving is that I will have to face all those items once again and justify moving them to a new home. I am very sentimental and am not ready to put them in a yard sale/goodwill bin/dumpster; surely not even my children will cherish much of what I have saved…..But there are things that will be exposed and seen as really unnecessary and it will be a blessing to pass them on to someone who might get better use of them. So the best and the worst are inextricably connected: an opportunity to decide what is truly of value in your life and to shed the extraneous. Good luck to you and your animals on your move!

The best part of moving: Getting all your stuff organized, and the satisfaction of a completely empty and cleaned up room.
The worst part of moving: Aside from the obvious….All the random junk you end up with knowing you don’t really want to get rid of it, but you’ll never be able to find a place to put it. Also: missing the place you move out of.

I don’t really have any good moving stories, as I have mostly moved in and out of my mom’s house to and from college. Although I did end up helping my best friend move one summer when I was visiting him, and that was kind of fun, because it wasn’t my stuff so it was more of an adventure where I got to be the most magical, helpful guest in existance.

The worst part about moving across town (the last four moves have all been within my hometown) is when you DON’T get around to doing all the purging and garage selling of the vast quantities of accumulated “stuff” before you move. It all gets stuffed in boxes and moved to the new “forever” house and stacked on shelves in the garage (out of site out of mind, i.e. OOSOOM) or in the cupboard under the basement stairs (also OOSOOM) or tucked into closets and filling the spare bedroom. Then, you suddenly can’t move in the laundry (craft) room or have any overnight guests as they’d have to excavate the bed! UGH! I have started sorting through that stuff now, nearly two years after moving, and finally been getting rid of some of it. Of course, the “cleaning up” also revealed that I have a lot of fiber I need to spin, but that’s NOT to say I wouldn’t LOVE to have more!

I’m so glad your having a giveaway! My friend e-mailed me your site because of it and I love it. My moving story is one with a silver lining-yes there is hope at the end of that tunnel. My husband and I went to the area that we were moving to in order to find a house. We found dumps that were out of our price range. Since we were leaving a house we had spent 20 years remodeling it was hard to think of doing that again. As we were leaving town my husband saw a beautiful site where someone was preparing to build a house. It overlooked Snake river and was amazing. My husband pointed it out and said,” Hey maybe God will give us a place like that.” My response,”Oh sure.” We ended up living in a 15′ camp trailer with our dog, goldfish and teenage son.(I kept my spinning wheel in the little bathtub and we walked to a public restroom where you could shower for 75cents) We were there for about 3 months when we saw an ad in the paper for a property overlooking the river. Yep, it was the very place we had seen that day. We bought it, traded up for a larger trailer, hauled everything out to the site and built a fantastic house where I have a large fiber studio. It wasn’t easy, but here we are, lovin it.

I think the best part of moving is searching for your new place and imagining your new life there.
The worst part has to be leaving your old neighborhood behind… unless, of course, you hated your old neighborhood.

i love the feeling of going through everything and throwing stuff out i had been meaning to for years. that being said- i usually leave the packing until the last minute which means i don’t have as much time to go through things as i would like. the worst part being there is always one last closet i usually forget about- but think “oh it’s just a closet, how much stuff could there be?” usually a truck load thank you very much. ugh!!! good luck with the move, may it bring you the peace and change you need!

Best part – Being in a new place, unpacking and ‘finding a place’ for everything!

Worst – Moving furniture and books, BY HAND. Our last move my boyfriend and I were only moving five houses up the street – not far enough to warrant a moving company. Big mistake. We moved couches, beds, desks and many, many boxes of heavy books by hand, up hill and then down a litttle skinny zig-zag path to the new house. Now, I don’t really exercise, so my arm muscles were like soft jelly by the end of it. The memories are still traumatising! I swore after that to always get a moving company, no matter how short the distance!

I see a lot of folks saying that the worst part is packing. In my experience, the worst part is carrying things up and down stairs. Having lived in a fourth floor walk-up, I can safely say that.

The best part is after you have done a thorough clean-out of the new place, and the walls are painted, the rugs are down, and you can start setting things up. Everything you own feels fresh again, an you get excited about seeing a new finished space.

I don’t like moving, but I like how it makes me separate what is necessary from stuff that is just a burden. My worst moving experience was probably my scariest. After losing the key to the truck just after my Dad and I were ready to leave town with the loaded pickup and moving trailer, we ended up having to cross the mountains on packed snow and ice in the dark. At one point, I was driving and we had just gone over the summit. I began to realize that I couldn’t slow the truck down because the trailer was pushing it. We were coming upon a windy section of the road with drops on both sides and I found that we had no traction. My Dad and I were totally silent for the next few miles until the truck was safely under control again. My Dad mentioned that he had been scared. That is the only time in my life I have heard him admit that.

I have cats. The worst part about moving is moving the cats over a long distance at the start of a very wet rainy season!

We moved about 30 miles north of our old residence. There was the usual hell of packing everything in boxes, then packing the moving truck. But nothing compares to having to move cats.

I had to move 5 cats. FIVE very vocal cats during a heavy rain. I opted to *not* give them valium because it takes about 30 minutes for the valium to kick in and then wears off in several hours (my mistake)

So, after the bed & familiar cat furniture got put into place in the new bedroom, I packed up my little pride into my car. DH was driving the next load in the moving truck so I was by myself.

And they YOWLED and CRIED the whole way! My “little” 12-lb baby managed to *chew* her way through the cardboard carrier I put her in and curled up into my lap while I was driving half-way through the drive giving me soulful, “Why are you doing this mommy?” look.

And, because it was raining very hard so I had to go extra slow on the very slippery & winding road to our new house! There was no way for me to pull over and put her back in the now defunct carrier.

And, once one started crying, all the others had to chime in and out-do each other! Talk about a stressful drive!

I white-knuckled it all the way to the new house.

And the best part about moving?

Is when you’re FINALLY finished, and the cats can be allowed out of their “imprisonment” and allowed to sniff their new environment.

Of course, there comes the hell of unpacking, but that’s a completely different matter.

I moved to five different states and one country in 15 years. The best part of it all has been that my network of people I care about has been incredibly expanded. If I’d stayed in the same place I wouldn’t have met so many incredible people.

The worst….our last move. I finally thought I’d found my place, settled, created a community and was finally seeing my garden start to mature and we had to move for my husband’s job to a city I NEVER wanted to live in. It took 2 years of deep depression and a lot of work, but some 3 years in I’ve pulled out of it found a community and am even beginning to love this place I now call home (which happens to include citrus trees, thank you very much;-).

Well lets see I can tell you an ugly story that made moving a horrible experience for me as a child. We moved from California to Colorado with 2 dogs, 2 cats and 1 bird in tow. The vet had advised my parents to give the cats tranquilizers to keep them calm for the ride in their carriers. Well funny part was that it made them walk sideways and act very drunk, but it made them sick to and my sister and I had to ride in the back of the van with their fowl carriers when they got sick in the van for several hours until we could stop again. Your crushed in the back of the van packed your your travel gear and some moving stuff, your already unhappy leaving home and you have to deal with horrible smells…wasn’t a good time at all. I can still smell it-plus the cats essentially had to be bathed later. eww….

Oh, well, moving … Me and my husband keep talking about it more and more seriously lately. And it always comes to one question. Do we really want to leave all of our friends behind? It took us years to create that safety net of really close friends.

The worst part of moving – cleaning up, emptying up and then locking the house for the very last time knowing there is no turning back.

The best part – hopefully moving to a place with much better climate (I am not psyched about Buffalo winters. And the summers are not one of the bests either. Not to mention there’s usually total lack of spring and fall as I know it from growing up in Europe.) And then you get a new set of keys and let your imagination soar. And when you are sick of arranging and re-arranging your new home, you go explore outside and around. That is very exciting!

Good luck with this new chapter of your life!

The best part of moving is this: When it’s done, you won’t have to do it again for a while!

The worst part is: Packing it all!

I hate moving. It’s complete hell to be honest. Somehow the amount of stuff I’ve managed to aquire in the 19 years I’ve lived on this earth is imense. Now I’ve moved out into the real world (TM) I seem to have also aquired things such as tables, chairs, sofas and masses upon masses of plates. I still have 2 more years to live here, but I do dread moving out! I also have such a large stash that the boyfriend is begining to object to it taking over our bedroom, and the spinning wheel is pemanantly in use, though it doesn’t appear to even be making a dent! Sadly though it will one day, I’m a poor student and my money for crafts is basically 0. This still doesn’t stop friends and family constantly asking for knitted gifts, or gifts of yarn. I’m hoping to knit my first jumper out of my stash soon, but I have so many other things to knit for other people first! Baby gifts coming out of my eyeballs! At the end of the day though nothings better then seeing everything eventually organised and in it’s rightfull place. I’m quazi moving at the moment, getting used to a flat share from living in the house all on my own and it’s amazing to be able to spend a day or two cagaorizing my yarn into the lovely stuff and the eww!Acrylic that I must use up as soon as possible.

I’m spreading the word on my twitter @Wasanifu

How fun, I haven’t spun any Cormo yet. I’ve put a link on my blog.

The best part about moving is the purging. The worst part for me, a germaphobe, is cleaning the new place.

The best part is finding all the little fiddly things you’ve lost over the years – the remote control for the TV, your long-lost necklace, etc.

The worst part is moving all your junk up and down stairs. In my case it has always been multiple flights of stairs – in both the new place and old. My back and knees recoil in horror from the thought of moving.

Moving can be like resetting the thermostat on old bad habits and creating new positive ones. Initially, the new change of scenery refreshes your senses and new ideas and opportunites abound. The actual move can totallly drain your batteries, it is such physically and mentally EXHAUSTING. Horror story. When I moved about 18 years ago and just before we were married, my to-be husband found that the spokes of my 200+ year old Saxony wheel had broken. He just tossed it in a dumpster because it “wasn’t any good anymore.” He mentioned it days later when I asked if he’d seen it. Some day I’ll look for a replacement for the wheel. I’m glad it was not my only spinning wheel. Good luck with the move. When it’s over, you’ll be overjoyed with the good fortune of your new home.

Worst thing — how all of your furniture and belongings look old and shabby in your new place, and how nothing matches or fits exactly.

Best thing — Having a great excuse to go out shopping for new!!

As a navywife I have done my fair share of moving. For me the best part of moving to a new place/home is getting to explore and decorate your new home. I always look forward to exploring a new city and surrounding citys. The worst part about moving is having to wait for your things to arrive and worrying about everything making it to you new home. We had one move where they lost our shipment. It was over a week late. In that Same move they lost most of the pieces to my girls beds. We found out later that our shipment was picked up by the wrong driver. It got all the to New York before they realized what happend.

My worst exp- The truck is loaded, hauling a car, there is no money direct deposited- some idiot in admin changed it to hard check and the office is closed!- had to borrow $300 for gas from a good neighbor who’s thinking they will never see it again. It’s January, we have a baby and a dog, and we are moving from CA to IL. We slept in the truck in NM in 30* night, and in a dive for 20 bucks in MO. We must have been looking too long for something to eat at a gas station in TX because someone approached us about getting help at a shelter! We arrived at our destination in the beginning of a snow storm and in the morning I found my car was completely frozen. I never thought oil could get so thick!

On the plus side, it was a quite an experience and makes for a great stroy to tell granadkids in the future! Would I do it again- NO!

The worst part about moving is that I never realize exactly how much stuff I actually have until I start packing it up! To top it off I generally leave too much to the last minute, thinking that they are all little jobs. When you are packing and moving there seem to never be any little jobs, it all part of one big nasty job. I have moved enough times to learn that big black garbage bags are awsome for all the soft stuff.

The good part about moving…an ice cold beer when all the items have been transported from the original location to the new one. Unpacking usually takes a bit, but its an amazing feeling to be in a new space that you love.

So I have a goal…only keep things in my house that I would take with me if I moved from where I live in Canada to San Francisco. Well except I still need my winter clothes lol.

Good luck with your move

The best thing about moving is the hope and dreams about the new place will bring. The worst things are packing and realizing you have more “stuff” than you thought you had or the movers break something and act they didn’t. Of the nightmare mentioned before, the moving gets stolen.

At one point in my life I moved at least once a year for one reason or another. Between 1997 and 2001 I lived 8 different places. I am really a home body so that was a VERY hard time of my life. My worst move ever was forced because my house burned down. It was my first owned home and somehow caught fire when no one was home. I live in a small town with a volunteer fire department during the day so from what I understand there were not very many fire fighters available to help put the fire out. No one was hurt and the fire fighters rescued my Great Dane, 3 ferrets and 4 cats. We did lose 2 cats and our home. That was the worst move ever!!! I came home at 9pm one night to find I had no home.

Looking on the brighter side, we moved to a rental house and then back to a small cottage on our property. We then built a modest house to replace the one we lost. That was the easier move ever – no trucks necessary…we just carried our stuff across the lawn!!!

The best part of moving is getting to weed out all the crap you don’t want but have been too lazy to throw/give away. The worst is packing, moving the stuff, and unpacking it.

Ok, here’s my horror story:

There were a couple years where I wasn’t making very much, I was living in Brooklyn, and to save money I took a chance on a too-good-to-be-true roommate situation that I found in the Village Voice classifieds. Unfortunately, he developed a crush on me and it got uncomfortable when he realized I wasn’t going to reciprocate. I’ll save the details, but it became scary and intolerable to stay there, so finally I had to find a new place. He was determined to stop me from moving out (!), so I had to sneak out – I scheduled the move for a time when he was at work. However, somehow he found out the movers were there, and he called the police and told them I was stealing his stuff! (I wasn’t – I wouldn’t have dared cross him.) The police arrived and found me, in tears, terrified, so when the mad roommate drove up and screeched to a stop in front of the house a few minutes later and started yelling at everybody in sight, they weren’t sympathetic to him (thank God). He tried to go through all the boxes and keep the movers from loading everything, and at the worst point the movers were starting to say they would have to leave to go to their next job … but the cops intervened, and finally we got it all loaded onto the truck and I was allowed to leave. Loading it out into my new place was nothing in comparison!

Thank the saints and the stars, I’ve never seen that guy again. He was a scary dude. And that was pretty much my worst moving experience of all time.

Worst part…lots to choose from. Finding enough boxes is bad and going thru all the ’stuff’ that has seemed to accumulate since last move. Best….Setting up in new place. Also in the packing process finding that 1 thing you thought you would never see again.

Bet I’ve got the worst moving story ever: Coming back to the US after 5 years in Germany (ex was military). Stuff packed in Germany in February. Finally delivered to Alabama in July. They opened the doors on the SeaPak and . . . water came out. The whole thing, containing everything I owned, had been dumped into the ocean and fished back out. Lost it all – my baby books, diplomas, wedding album, kids’ baby books, family pictures from long, long ago, heirloom furniture, clothes, everything. I tell people now that I must be in the witness protection program ‘ cuz I have nothing to prove I existed before 1986.

I just moved from Virginia to Ohio. Bad Parts – 1) the astronomical cost the moving company charged, 2) having the moving people in my house for a week packing my stuff while I tried to continue working, 3) unpacking and finding out what a HORRIBLE CARELESS job they did, 4) having my husband discover just how much yarn / roving / rug hooking and watercolor supplies I have, 5) having to get rid of a lot of the stuff we paid to move because there’s no room in the new house or it just doesn’t look good, and last but not least 6) having my husband know how many hundreds – maybe thousands – of pounds of books I have. Good Part – tossing each box as far as I can as I empty them. If I had to do it over again — I’d take my fiber, my underwear, and my toothbrush and leave the rest behind!

Wait a minute, I forgot another “fun” part of the move. I left Virginia with my three cats in carriers – 2 males in one and my little female in the other. All medicated with a dose of Valium each. Well, Gracie, did not stop meowing until the car stopped in Ohio. Even with a second dose of Valium. By the time we arrived in Ohio – a good 9 hour trip – she sounded like a broken squeaky toy. No kidding, she meowed incessantly the WHOLE ENTIRE trip! I needed the Valium by the time we got there.

What an awesome thing to do – thank you! And what fun! Thanks to Susan for passing this info on…and Amy, I am heading your way with the news.

These are actually tough questions for me. They really are. They make my heart go to mush.

The best part of moving, is being in a place where you are suppose to be. Being in a place that just feels like home; being wrapped in the warmth of that kind of feeling. That “this just feels right” feeling that you can get from nothing else. That is the best part. Knowing you are doing the right thing.

Packing and unpacking, decluttering along the way…is part of the journey, and a growth process like nothing else. It’s tiring, stressful, time consuming….

The worst part…is what you miss out on. What you are leaving behind to a certain extent. That for someone, at some point, a move might not be “fair.”

Dh and I struggle with this. We got married and he moved next door to his parents (after us actually renting a flat in their home for the first 4 years..not a good thing for newly weds to do, trust me). Lucky him. And me…I left everything and moved over 700 miles away from my family. I get to see them once a year now.

The absolute worse part for me, I miss my Grandma. She has gotten lots older in the past 15 years. Her mind is going…and although I absolutely love the sparkle in her eyes and the smile on her face when she sees me, it’s hard to not cry inside that my name escapes her. “Do you know who I am Grandma,” I asked. “Yes,” Grandma replied, “you’re YOU!” I won’t ever forget those words. I cried and laughed so hard at the same time. I am happy I am her favorite grandchild (that I keep that tucked close to my heart). It stinks making sure each time you leave their side that you are prepared to say a good-bye that might be your last.

See? Mushy stuff, I tell ya. I can’t ever talk about moving without getting all sappy.

The best thing about moving is getting organized! All of those papers you’ve been accumulating, the plasticy trinkets that just appear (really, how does an adult get an assortment of rings and toys from grocery store dispensers?), clothes that have become a hodgepodge in the corner…suddenly all of these things have homes! They go in organized boxes so that you know as soon as you move you will have all of your shoes in a box, all of your bank statements in a box, all of your hair supplies in a box, and each box will be labeled so you know what room to put it in and unloading will be such a breeze! The trash cans and recycling bins suddenly are overflowing with all of those things you no longer need and a weight is lifted off of your shoulders!

The worst part? An hour after you started the above method with high hopes and have suddenly started emptying rooms in to boxes. A box labeled “living room” may have one glove, some pens, random old bills and papers, a knitting needle (two if you’re lucky), cat toys, a dirty glass. All of the boxes say “GO THROUGH IMMEDIATELY” because you know you have bills that need to be paid in that box with the dirty glass. Seven years later you may finally open up the box and discover that glove that will make the glove you found last year in a box marked “KITCHEN OPEN IMMEDIATELY” have a mate again.

That reminds me, I guess I could go through some more of those boxes to “immediately see to” from our move eight years ago!

If I didn’t live across the country, I’d come and help you move. Thinking of you….and sending good thoughts your way.

Oh, I help people move all the time (I moonlight as a personal organizer, and it comes with the territory). I have some bad moving stories. Like going into a basement only to find that the bags and bags of heirloom handmade lace and boxes of photos and so on were infested with mice, and instead of moving the stuff we had to get a dumpster. I hate that sort of thing.

My personal worst moving story was hiring movers who tried to hold my stuff hostage for more money than in the contract. I was pretty lucky that the guy who was in charge of pulling off the scam didn’t do it right and only tried to extort more money from me after he’d moved my stuff into the new place. But they called me every day for weeks and even tried following me to work which really freaked me out.

My best moving story is an awe-inspiring move for a client. She was downsizing from a medium-sized house in the US to a one-bedroom apartment in the UK, and in only a few weeks we went through everything she owned, sorted out what she was going to keep, packed it up, and disposed of the rest (gave it away, sold it, threw it away). She and I spent hours posting things on the local Freecycle or Craigslist. It was a huge effort, but when we finished it felt so good. I love that feeling, when the move is over and now it’s unpacking boxes (OK, that can be a slog, too, but the first few boxes are like presents).

The best thing about moving is culling your possessions; it feels so great to lose the dead wood (even though it does mean you have to question your own sanity for hanging on to some of that stuff for so long). The worst thing about moving is cleaning the OLD house once everything is out of it. Once your stuff is out of the house, it’s hard to feel the connection to cleaning it.

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The best part of moving is getting rid of all the junk you don’t really want. This of course requires that you are not in a hurry.

The worst part is packing all the stuff you do really want to keep, and then figuring where ever you are going to put it all in in the new place. We moved about 7 months ago, and we still have some cardboard boxes full of (my) stuff in the living room, as there is not place to unpack it to.

Two years ago my sweet little family of four packed up and moved from Connecticut to Michigan..from the briny historic seashore to an old church located in a very small unincorporated township in a cornfield. We sold nearly everything and put the rest into a big moving van and with our raggedy band of children and old dogs we left. We drove for two and a half days and arrived in August weeks before the start of school. Needless to say our $4000 prepaid moving van was “unexpectedly a week late” due to a problem with the company’s drivers. So..let me explain..we were in dusty empty hot old church..no furniture, no clothing, no anything..Except the few suitcases, reclining lawn chairs and inflatable beds that I had packed last minute into the back of ourr minivan. The best part was what followed. The four of us..in our old empty new home..camping out together..dirty, confused and nervous..We bonded like never before..and when our things arrived it was like angels sang. We had our stuff again..and everything had arrived in good condition! We were taught that when we were together nothing else mattered..and that “stuff” is nice, but not what really filled our new home!

My sister and I own a bead shop in Olive Branch, MS. For the past 5 years we have been in a dinky little shop that we had definitely outgrown. In April a large, lovely, open shop came available just up the street so we decided it was time to make the move. The wonderful part and the Oh My parts were both that a bunch of our wonderful customers wanted to help. We had a class going in the back while we started moving things. We lost control of all that enthusiasm and chaos moved in. The teacher had to run up the street to the new shop to find what she needed to finish the class. We couldn’t have done it without them but it took weeks to find everything.

I saw a thread on Ravelry about your contest, and have I got a story for you!

I moved with my family from Houston to London this spring. The best part about moving was going to a new country and discovering things in the unpacking that I’d forgotten we had. The worst part about moving was the trip over here. We were visiting family in New England, and were scheduled to fly back to houston the same day that our flight to London was leaving. We had a four hour window between our arrival in Texas and getting on the plane. However…our flight from Boston to Philly was delayed by two hours. And then our flight from Philly to Houston was canceled. And the earliest the airline (who shall remain nameless through sheer willpower) could get us to Houston was 9:00 the next morning. Ummm, no, that won’t work. Finally my husband threw himself on the mercy of British Airways and they transferred our tickets from the Houston flight to the Philly flight. But…we tried to get our luggage from Airline #1 in Philly and they couldn’t find it. Even though not one flight had left for Houston that day. It was gone. We checked in to fly to England for three years with two small children and carry on bags. Fun stuff people!

And our luggage? Finally arrived a week after we did. Only Airline #1 couldn’t deliver it to us because we hadn’t filled out a customs declaration at the airport. Because we didn’t know we needed one. Our choices were: 1) give them a fax number so they could fax us the declaration form, fill it out, fax it back and then they could deliver the bags or 2) go to the airport, fill out no forms whatsoever, and take the bags away. Given that we had no telephone and no fax machine, we chose option 2.

The final icing on the cake however, was the letter I received from said Airline #1 in response to my three page diatribe about this experience. “We recommend you contact British Airways about the problems with your luggage, since they were responsible.” I have not yet written back because it still makes me so angry I start to twitch. /rant (sorry!)

But Cormo? Mmmmmm….

I moved five years ago. I was recently married, and sold my house to move into his tiny townhouse temporarily until we could find a new house together. So until the wedding, I stayed with a friend and kept ALL my belongings in her 3 car garage. Unfortunately, it was winter, so when we moved into our new house at the end of March, I had a lot of items that were damaged (from being frozen) something I did not even consider. What a nightmare to unpack.

arggghh the dreaded move. I swear I’ll never do it again!
Best thing about moving is my then 8mth old baby got her own room and slept through the night for the first time and having enough rooms to hide in if necessary!

Worst thing about moving getting to the new house and finding it’s filthy and spending 3 hours scrubbing the skirting boards and realising the ceiling wasn’t really cream it was sticky from previous owner chain smoking.

Good luck with the move x

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Oh sorry – I got mad all over again and got carried away – the best part is decorating theme rooms (Tiki hut bathroom, pirate den, Knights Templar bedroom, etc) and especially the art / fiber room! We’re moving in a few months and I’m making it Shaker / Amish. Thanks for yet another generous contest!

The best part about moving is you get to start out fresh in a new place, you get to decorate the rooms just the way you pictured in your head, and you get to do landscaping and make your space beautiful.
Worst part about moving, packing boxes and making sure they are labled properly, then fussing over how your friends or movers are handling your stuff. Each time I have moved I have done all the packing on my own and half of the moving because I didnt want to take a chance on people mistreating my things. Especially my knitting and spinning items.

My DH and I just moved from FL to the UK in March. The worst part of it was having none of our stuff for a few months. Oh, and getting the pets ready to go over there of course. That was horrible. I was so worried about them I didn’t sleep for about 2 nights prior to the flight over and then of course, not at all on the flight itself….

The best part is the new everything. I mean, we aren’t moving somewhere else in our own country. So there is essentially a new language to learn, new foods to try, a new culture to explore!

OMG!!! The worst part is when your (now ex) husband claims he is sick and leaves you and your older parents to move all the heavy stuff ie beds!! The best part is when your now divorced and can have your stuff anyway you want and don’t have to care about where he wants the chair!! LOL

The worst part of moving is finding the NEW dentist, doctor, vet etc. The best part, for me, is finding stuff that I had forgotten that I had—projects that you really want to do but still have to put off because of the move, of course!!!!
My tip to all movers, is to make your bed first thing.(pack the sheets in a box you can easily find) That way, you can fall into when you have used up all of your energy on that first day in your new place.
Good luck!

The worst part of moving is that I did it 5 times in the space of just under 2 years. Two of those were cross country (from CA to MD and back again.) All of the moves included two adults, two children, two cats, and at least one spinning wheel. Yikes!

I remember when I went off to college in my freshman year. I was incredibly excited to be leaving the family house, getting away, and going off on my own. Then a couple of weeks after I left, I got a phone call from my mom saying that my parents were divorcing and we had to move, ASAP. So, between August and November, she packed up all of our stuff, found a new house, and was out. The worst part about that? Coming home at Thanksgiving to a new house and not having any control over the leaving or the process. The best part? Coming home to a new house and having everything put nicely away already! Hopefully the next time I move won’t be quite as dramatic.

Well the best thing about moving is that you get rid of a lot of stuff that you have but no need. It is the best time to inventory all your stuff! My worst was a couple moves ago. We had hired movers to make the move smoother, we arrived at the new house only to find that the old people (and all their stuff) were still there. After a frantic call to our lawyers we were advised that there was some sort of glitch – never did find out exactly what – and that we would not have posession of the house until the next day. Well the movers had another job the next day – so we had to rent a storage unit – have all our stuff put in there – and the next day we had to rent a truck and move the stuff ourselves. Not a great move. Good luck to you. Thanks for the great contest.

Well the best thing about moving for me is the chance to re-make myself, from cleaning out old junk I never use to meeting new people.

And the worst I’ve had (I realize this could be worse!)… The last time I moved was just across town, but I was supposed to have an evening and entire day to clean, move fragile and small things, and then bust out the furniture with a truck after friends got off work. The idiot vacating my apartment was under the impression he didn’t have to be out until 48 hours after I was supposed to start moving in! So I couldn’t move anything until 3 hours before the friend with a truck was ready, and then I had to clean the whole place because the guy moving out was a pig and didn’t clean anything. I’m pretty sure he hadn’t cleaned the toilet once in the year he lived there. So, nothing fragile or small was moved before truck time, so while the guys were moving big stuff, I was trying to keep the breakables from getting crushed, and to top it off, I had forgotten about the storage above the garage- which was mostly junk I could have gotten rid of, but I had to be out of that house that night, so I had one friend bagging it all up to haul to the new place to sort out later! Even with a number of friends helping, I wasn’t finished moving until 2am… with the person moving into my old place coming at 8am! Went to my new home, couldn’t find sheets or sleeping bag in the whirlwind, slept on the floor, got up at 5am to take the truck back and clean my old place before new people came. But, at least it inspired to me get rid of a lot of stuff so my next move won’t be such a hassle!

Moving is a pain however, the new possibilities that open up are exciting. Also, you get to declutter (sick, I know, but I enjoy it), focus on projects for the new place, etc.

I can’t think of any of my moves that haven’t been good for one reason or the other.

This is only from my personal experience, but here goes:
The best part about this recent move? That my husband and I moved into our first home that we actually own. It’s such a great feeling to own a home.
The worst part? Well this is a two parter, first is finding that the husband’s family axiom, “It always rains when a Kraft moves” has yet again come true and the second is that I was confined to bed rest due to a pregnancy complication and couldn’t help at all. (I know that doesn’t necessarily sound all that bad, but being the can-do person that I am, not being able to help at all really killed me!).

The best part of moving: finding new friends and new associations. Your move will place you in an area where you will have a very active fiber community. We will welcome you to our lives. (I am not really close to Charlotteville, but in Virginia, and we do all take care of our own).

The worst part: having everything in the “wrong” place for a long time. Everything is just hard.

I have had several moving catastrophes that seemed awful at the time, but, as I thought about writing this, the worst memory was of something that didn’t seem that bad at the time.

When we made our last move, it was a phased move that required that most of our household good be stored for a year. During that year, we needed to minimize our baggage. I saved out some very special fiber and planned projects that didn’t have a lot of bulk. I also minimized the toys for my 5-year-old son. He was a trouper, on the whole, but after the movers took all of our boxes to storage, he looked for his very large stuffed (angora-style) rabbit. I told him that I had put it in storage, and he was heart-broken. After his initial tears, he didn’t say anything until the movers arrived at our final destination. When the boxes started coming off of the truck, he quietly asked if we could unpack the rabbit first. We had to unpack several boxes from his room before we found it.

My son is 17 now, and doesn’t say anything about the rabbit anymore, but it is still on a shelf in his room, and I think of the importance it held for him every time I see it. I am sorry that I was so short-sighted in my packing, but still cherish the lessons it taught me about my son.

The worst part of moving is packing and unpacking! the best part is the chance to reorganize everything and put everything in the proper new place and then sit back and say “aah, that’s lovely!”

One of the best things about moving is decorating. That is one of my favorite things about moving.
My horror story and reason I will NOT be going to New Mexico anytime soon was during my move from San Diego to Chicago. I rented a Penske truck and trailor for the car. First of all never have driven a huge truck before, let alone with a trailer towing my vehicle. Thankfully a good friend drove with me out to Phoenix, AZ. My cat, Lecky, would not stop mewing the entire way unless you put a towel over his carrying case. Poor guy was like a parakeet. Driving out of Albuquerque, NM, I stopped at a Native American knick-knack shop to look around and use the bathroom. No big, right? Get back in the truck and drive out about 300 miles east. During this time there are storm clouds, hellish winds and just bad vibes. So I raced to get to the next gas station to get away from this bad weather. Turns out 50 miles north of my position there were tornadoes. Not cool. As I go to fill up my tank there is no debit card or credit card in my back pocket. I tore through that entire cab to try and find it. Luckily I kept the phone card from my ex-husband’s deployment and called Mom. Sure I would have used my cell phone, but guess what, NO BARS! My mother had to go to the bank and wire me $700. In the mean time I called the places I had stopped at to see if any of them had my card. Finally I get to the place of where I stopped just to potty, they have my card. It popped out of my pocket as I left the store and a lady had turned it in. Thank goodness. Next I turned around to go pick it up and when I get there the place is closed. Again another night with the cat mewing the entire way and spending another night in the truck. The next day I got my card, purchased some stuff and head out home.
To top it all off, I almost lost my car off the trailer in Missouri and my cat wouldn’t use the washroom, barely drank or ate anything.
The one night we stayed at a hotel I was boxed in and couldn’t leave until a nice gentlemen came out and moved his vehicle.
Moving across country really really sucks.

From one NE transplant to the mid-Altantic to another – welcome! My husband and I just moved into a new (to us, but an old) house 6 months ago. The worst part about moving? Everything – if it can go wrong, it usually does. The best part? 6 months later when your memory of how bad it was has finally faded a bit and you are finally feeling somewhat settled in your new place.

The best part of moving?? Usually you are moving into a better place with more room for yarn/fiber storage!!

The worst part of moving is moving. Packing labeling, finding all of those things that you should have thrown away YEARS ago, moving boxes, hurting your back, almost losing your dog (cause he though it would be fun to try to make an escape while you were moving the TV)!!
Just remember that it is all worth it though!!

My story is about helping a wonderful friend of mine move in October of last year. Frank is 83 and decided to sell his house that he lived in for 50+ years to move in with a dear lady who he was great friends with her mother and father. He moved to West Virginia from Virginia. He did not have anyone to help so I volunteered because he is such a wonderful blessing to me..Anyway, the house is FULL of treasures and stuff. Actually, there was nothing bad about this for me except for carrying heavy stuff from downstairs and entering a few dark cubbyholes. He still had a lot of his mother’s things (pocketbooks, clothes, shoes, hats, etc) all I could see was VINTAGE and TREASURES. Frank had so many memories in this house and it was hard for him to move. As I packed boxes with him, he shared such marvelous and genuine stories with me. I cried when he showed me his brother’s (who died in WWII) purple heart and laughed at so many stories. We found things in places you would not of thought of (his mother’s pocketbook was in the oven drawer and wonderful pictures that he had put away in a closet) He was very generous to me as he gave me some of his mother’s treasures but more than anything it was a blessing to me as he shared his most private memories and stories with me. I will always treasure my time with him. I do visit him in West Virginia and talk to him everyweek since he has moved. He has been such a wonderful mentor to me and my husband…

The best part of moving is getting to arrange your furniture and putting furniture together. I love building things!

Worst part of moving: packing. I actually have anxiety disorder over packing (even bags for vacation), and so after about 20 minutes of packing I get overwhelmed and the world literally starts swimming over my head and I feel nauseous. You can’t imagine how long it takes for me to pack to move then. And how many times I feel sick to my stomach. Aaaah!

Moving is hell. However, moving from west coast to east coast with you father-in-law in the car “helping” you is a whole deeper avenue of hell. Five whole days, 24/7, of him complaining the whole way. Thing is, we didn’t ask him to help. He insisted. Insisted and complained all the way from OR to PA.

There was a funny part, this was the early 90’s before everyone had cell phones, so we had CB’s in the cars. That way we could tell the other car if we needed to get gas, go potty, etc. Well, in true father-in-law form, he started complaining (surprise!) on the CB. The thing is, he was complaining about the trucks and truck drivers on the road. Did he not think the truck drivers listened to CB’s? Duh! So then for several minutes, various truck drivers told him what they thought of him and the language was VERY colourful! hee hee (just desserts, right?… hee hee )

Wow…moving. Something I always, always dread!!! I think that the worst is realizing how much cr*p you’ve accumulated and wonder where the heck it all come from and what you are going to do with all of it. Of course, I have to keep this because I got it at this place or oh! I remember this from being a little kid. What a pain. I do think that the best part though is starting over because sometimes we just need it. Being able to get reorganized and reestablish yourself can be a great feeling…though looking at all the boxes can be a bit overwhelming after the move once unpacking starts. But in the end…no matter what, though it’s a pain, it can also mean good things, just have to look at it positively.

The best part of moving is the excitement of new adventures and new beginnings (including new yarn shops!) The worst – saying goodbye.

The worst thing that’s happened during my numerous moved actually happened the day before I moved out of my parent house to go live with my hubby. The water filter in the kitchen (above my room) sprung a serious leak at 2am. I woke to water pouring on my head. I had to skip my last day of work to dry everything out in prep for the move.

10 years ago we moved from southern Florida to north central Vermont. We cleand out most of our house and only moved kitchen stuff, linens, bed, etc so our moving van consisted of my husband’s truck towing a large u-haul trailer and my truck packed with stuff.
The worst part? Following my husband in said truck and u-haul trailer on I-95 and getting separated in Washington D.C. and getting in a total panic.
The best part? Moving to an absolutely beautiful place where I’ve learned to knit and spin and become a total fiberholic!

When we moved into our house back in 96 we decided to do it all on our own. The house needed so much work that we moved everything into one room and then fixed up the next room and shuffled. My son decided to learn to crawl and we were not prepared to deal with that, then we damaged the old place getting an oversized couch out of the basement. It took us 3 days to fix the dry wall damage. We were finally moved in and settled a year (yes an entire year later). We have not moved since

The worst part of moving is leaving behind so much of what you know and love.

The best part, while it is sometimes hard to keep in mind, is all the new experiences and things that never would have occurred otherwise. To be able to learn and grow in a way you would have never imagined.

Best part of moving: fresh cupboards that have nothing in them. I love the illusion that I can arrange my stuff and it will remain neatly organized.

Worst part of moving: We redid the floor in our old kitchen before we moved. The company in charge did such a horrible job that we had to have someone else redo the entire thing. It took 6-8 months to receive a refund check from the first company. On the bright side, they paid for my spinning wheel!

The worst part of moving is reducing your life into boxes… Taking everything apart, (seeing how big your stash really is!!!), moving it around, everyone hates it. But the best part is starting afresh… I moved into my New Bedroom last month, and while the first few days it was so strange, now it is really mine. It’s different from my old room in my old house, but it’s mine.

oh do I have a moving story! We were moving from Philadelphia, PA to Tucson, AZ. Hubby was driving his car, with 3 dogs, a hamster, and a mini frog. His sister was going along for company. He had only gotten about 30 miles outside of Philly, when the car had a problem – just a window situation. Easily fixed, and they were on their way after just 1/2 day delay. Yeah sure, they thought it was easy going. The car broke down a total of 6 more times. Nobody could fix it. Hubby and his sister spent days in crummy hotels, eating crummy food, waiting for his damn (sorry) beloved Mercedes to get fixed. Sis finally flew home from St Louis. It took him almost 2 weeks to get to Tucson – leaving the car behind somewhere in Texas. Renting a car. Driving back for the car after delivering the dogs to me. At that point, we were living in an empty house – waiting for the truck with all our wordly belongings to arrive. It was me, a 11 year old, a 9 year old, 3 cats, a rabbit (who flew on the plane with us). The cats had gone ahead with a friend who drove my car out with the cats. An empty house, and a husband missing somewhere in the US with his damn (sorry) Mercedes. Did I mention that this was July? It’s about 110 degrees in Tucson in July. And now I have the 3 dogs too. We’re sleeping in sleeping bags on air mattresses in our big new empty house. oh the story goes on and on……

GOOD LUCK MOVING!!!!

Try moving a Domestic Violence shelter and it’s legal offices from one secret location to another. 150 boxes, the contents of the shelter from pillow cases to food to toys along with the belongings of 5 clients and the 5 clients, the contents of 10 staff offices, the playroom toys and shelves, the contents of the storage room, all the food in the pantry, the contents of the legal offices, the contents of the attic, more file cabinets than I want to remember, and one staff member who had to be taken kicking and screaming and had not packed one thing. Oh and I forgot that we moved the crisis hot line and the phone system too.
Months of packing and 3 days of moving to move 3 blocks away. Starting at 7am and ending at 8pm.

By the end of the 3rd day they found me huddled in a corner in the legal wing. I don’t remember how I got there or why, just that I was trembling and exhausted. I left that job 6 months later after I was convinced everything had been unpacked and put in its place.

Several years later I was working at a Mental Health Center and when they built a new building and were planning to move I ran away from a great job out of fear.
I agree I never want to move again.

The best part of moving is the unknown- what the neighbors will be like, how it will feel to wake up in a new space. The worst? Every part of packing. Finding boxes, packing the boxes, moving the boxes, then taking the stuff out of the boxes again (ugh!), disposing of the boxes. I hate every part of packing.

The best part of moving is that you discover things you forgot you had.
The worst part is that you lose track of all the things you remember that you have.

Best thing about moving, is the excitement of actually having more closet space!
Worst part is when all your “help” leaves, and you see all the stuff that has to be put away — by you.

Oh, moving! You have my sympathies! So many stories to tell, I could bore you silly. But here’s the thing — it ends. It ends eventually, and you will be in your new place, and you can start fresh, and put everything just where you want it to go, and decide how you want the rooms to look, and then it’s lovely. And then one day, it starts to feel like home, and that’s a wonderful moment. Hang in there — you’ll get there!

I’ve twittered about your giveaway.

The best part of moving is that you get to sort out all your stuff and keep only the things that are really important to you. In my case “everything”. I’m a real pack rat, I know I’ll be able to use all of my stuff eventually.
The worst part of moving is, well moving. I’ve never really had to move. I’ve lived in my house for 35 years and I really can’t imagine moving. I have too much stuff..

Here’s my bad moving story: when I was in 7th grade, me and my dad were forced to move out of my childhood home because it was tear-gassed and destroyed by the police! (long story, but the gist is that a triple-murder suspect ran in there when the police tracked him to my neighborhood) I was on a school camping trip when it happened, and my dad was at his girlfriend’s house. He came home the next morning to find our home in ruins, and all our belongings poisoned. I had to spend the next several months living full-time with my mom (they had joint custody), and my dad was a nomad until we found a new place.

Maybe that’s why I hate moving. Or maybe it’s because I’ve moved at least once a year every year of my adult life (except this one!) — I don’t know why it always feels so traumatic, because I really love the new start of a new place…

But GOOD LUCK with your move. Thinking of you and sending warm hugs your way!

The worst part of moving is, besides the actual move, leaving behind what you know and what you’re comfortable with.

Ironically, the best part of moving is actually the same thing. It’s a chance to move outside your comfort zone. To meet new people and forge new relationships, and I’m convinced that every time you move somewhere, you learn something new about yourself. Don;t let moving just be a change of place…its a chance to rethink who you are, and to get to know yourself that much better.

I’ll post this contest on my blog.

I can understand your freaking out at moving. Although I haven’t moved for a good 10 years now, until the age of 21 my family moved every 4 years or less.
The worst thing about moving? As a kid, it was always meeting the new kids in school, sometimes in the middle of the year (and being mocked for my “posh English” accent, which was actually one of the commonest-sounding accents you could get…)
Best thing? Not that I would have looked at it from this angle as a kid, but now I think it’s being forced to cull. All those random objects that have hidden in a corner somewhere since the last time you moved… time to chuck them out!
Good luck moving.

I have twittered about this contest. The worst part of moving is all of it except for the actual new home part. I hav moved almost every year sometimes more the last 13 years and I still have a couple of boxes unpacked from 1999. However, the best part about moving is the liberating feeling of throwing junk away (I donate the rest).

The worse part of moving – to unpack. Got so much work to do in the new place, that unpacking look so unimportant, but you need some dishes to cook and some cloths to change

other than having to organize, throw out/recycle tons of JUNK, seriously, the worse thing is having to leave behind the contacts, friends, and relationships developed with people over the years. moving to a new place can be a bit scary–having to start over!

Let’s see now. The best part of moving has got to be the fresh start, the new garden, the chance to clean up and simplify life. The worst part, well, that’s a tie between having to pack and disrupting the cats!

The worst part of moving is the planning and worrying. The best part is the first night in the new house….whether your stuff has arrived or not. I moved from TX to TN with my “senior” (17 yo) cat…we slept on the blow-up air mattress the first night and it was perfect! Better of course once the furniture arrived!

The best part of moving? Starting all over again fresh, in a new, clean place, with no leftover shmutz in the corners that you’re too lazy to get up when you sweep or vacuum.

The worst part of moving is absolutely the long, slow drudgery of UNPACKING. We’ve been in this place for three and a half years, and there are still boxes I haven’t unpacked. Yuck.

The best part is getting somewhere new to explore. He worst part is getting somewhere so unfamiliar.

The worst part about moving? We just moved from Germany to Texas, and I would say the Very Worst Part is having to leave our community of friends behind and starting fresh in our new place. It’s sad, and a little scary. We’re a military family, so this isn’t the first time we’ve had to do it, and I feel like we leave little pieces of our hearts behind every time.

The best part of moving is getting to go thru all your stuff and figure out what you need and don’t need. And all the reorganizing that goes with it is pretty awesome too.

The worst parts about it are moving into a house that is smaller than the one you used to live in, moving to a place that you weren’t supposed to move to and having to find a new favorite EVERYTHING. Totally frustrating! And then to know we are going to do it again in three years! Having a hubba in the navy is never dull!

i agree with those who’ve said that the best part of a move is the fresh start and new clean space to make your own.

the worst part is definitely the last three boxes or bags of crap that you have to haul out of the house when you really thought you were just about done. it’s always the dirtiest, dustiest, difficult to pack crap that you really don’t want to throw away – the dustpan, extension cords, parts of furniture you’ve already loaded into the truck – but really wish you didn’t have to deal with after packing up everything else.

The best parts are getting to decorate a new home and getting to know a new neighborhood. Packing is undoubtedly one of the worst parts. We had to downsize from a 3 BR to a 1 BR and get rid of a lot of stuff. I had a grand piano to get rid of. It was old and a former player grand. I arranged to trade it for credit for a new piano. The movers refused to take it. I was in a panic thinking I would have to pay to have it hauled away. I found a dealer out of a warehouse who said they’d take it and it turned out it was the same dealer with a different name because it was a warehouse. Same piano movers came and this time they had to take the old piano. They were pissed, cursing, and grumbling but they did take the piano and I didn’t have to pay them!

The best part is the new start offered by a new place. No dust in the corners or closets you haven’t seen the back of for years. The worst part is the heavy lifting and nicks and cracks that are inevitable when you are doing it yourself.

Lovely site. Can’t wait for the day I can call myself a spinner…

The worst part of moving, to me, is packing! In some ways, it is also a good thing, as it helps you to destash some of your excess clutter because you don’t want to be bothered to move it! I am determined to significantly downsize my belongings before the next move, because our last one was just so frustrating, due to the amount of stuff we had to pack.

The best thing about moving is making a fresh start in a new (to you) home in a new community. It feels like beginning with a clean slate and emotionally opens you up to new opportunities!

I am tweeting about your amazing spinners stash giveaway! Thanks for doing this! If I don’t win, I will likely come back and order some fiber, because I LOVE CORMO!!!

I think the worst moves I’ve had were when I was in college. Most of the apartments had ridiculous move-in, move-out schedules. There were a couple of years there where I had to move out of an apartment on July 31st, and I wouldn’t be able to move into my new place until nearly a week later. That’s hell when you’ve moved halfway across the country for school. It’s hell even when you haven’t, I’m sure. But in my case, it wasn’t exactly easy to run home to mommy and daddy’s for a week. Taking finals while living out of a Super 8, a memory to cherish.

Worst part: leaving and saying goodbye.
Best part: Decorating a new home.

The best part about moving is the feeling of excitement and freedom. Freedom because you have finally made your decision and that in itself is liberating. Excitement because it is the chance to meet new people, start over in a fresh place. It is also a chance to purge all the crap that has been accumulating in the back of closets, the basement that is never used.

The worst part about moving if you are moving long distances is saying goodbye to the people & places you have come to know and befriend. I mean there is a reason you lived in the place you have lived for a while and it is hard to say good bye to that, even if ultimately it is the best decision for you.

I find one of the worst part of moving is that moment when the boxes are all in the new place, you’re exhausted phys. and emotionally, you really need a good meal or at least a restorative cup of tea (or single malt, or whatever) and you don’t have any food or wherewithal to unpack your kitchen.
Also, I hired someone to help sort and get rid of stuff last time I moved, and she misunderstood my instructions and got rid of stuff I wanted to keep and vice versa. She also stole some stuff. Sigh.
Best part, especially if it is a move by choice, like yours, is realizing that you have actually accomplished the thing you set out to do, and the discovery and newness of the new place. Five years ago I moved across town from a falling down, hippie-built log cabin (dark!) to a brand new house I helped to build in one of my favorite parts of town. Never looked back.

I’ve moved a lot of times and it wasn’t bad, although I’m not sure I’m ready to do it again. Went to some wonderful new places. But I’d love to have the cormo. The skeins I got in the Spring package were great.

What I love about moving: discovering the perfect new places for my things. I love to have everything just so, right where it belongs.
What I hate about moving: everything else.

My moving nightmare is that alot of personal favorite gift items were removed and I even heard the one packer say how cool something was…. so I took it and put it in my car to move… when I got my things later… other items were gone…not expensive but emotionally irreplaceable…yep filed a complaint but never got them back. The best thing about moving is its a new start, new friendships, new weather, new fun shops to discover, new local color… its worth it..

Moving rots. I have moved 37 times, and every last one has stunk. However, the last one had to have been the absolute hardest on record, even for me. We moved from 1800 square feet, three br’s to 2 br’s, under 900 sq ft. Wall to wall boxes for three weeks straight. You walked into the place and backed out. Of course, our truck, reserved online a month in advance, was not there so we had to make do with a truck half the size, and three subsequent trips. Cramped, miserable, car sick cat, three kids, and my father in law in the hospital…
We have since added 6 chickens and a goat to the menagerie, and our next move…
From NC to Colorado..
Shoot me.
Please.
It is a mercy killing.

Best part is having the opportunity to go through things, get rid of old baggage, slim down . . .

Worst part of moving is having to go through things, getting rid of treasures, etc., etc.

You get the picture. Moving is a double-edged sword. But I do love the new, fresh beginnings, so the other stuff is worth it!

Best love to you and Erin. You’re doing a Fab job!!

nothing like finding out at the last minute,,,
the best thing about moving- starting over. we all need this one time or another and where else in life do you get a completely clean slate with out someone remembering what you did last time this opportunity came about. When you move everyone is just excited for you and can’t wait to see what wonderfulness you will pull off!!
The worst thing about moving- is MOVING! no, really- there is so much work packed into such a small amount of time. An entire house (or apartment) to be dismantled, packed, labeled and moved unpacked and rearranged in usually 2 or 3 days time.. That is anyone;s nightmare.
Hope that helps! Now to plan how to spin all that fiber! LOL

2 worsts: #1 The warm up story – Having the professional packers pack the 1/4 pound stick of butter in with your bedspread when moving from Florida in the summer. #2 Having the moving van slide off of the road and over the cliff while filled with your belongings. Then not wanting to pay for the damage because – insert many ridiculous reasons here.

The best: The beautiful drive and delightful company on the trip from point A to point B on many a move. Adventure and anticipation can be terrific.

My favorite motto for packing and moving… If in doubt throw it out.

Although I hate packing more than anything. Moving is a good time to re-evaluate and unload all that ’stuff; you hang on to but really don’t need.

So, sadly, I only just saw this, and the giveaway is over, but I thought I would share my horrible moving story, to make you feel better, I hope. I moved out of my parents’ house when I was 18. They had no knowledge that I was moving out, although my relationship with my parents and why I left is a different story altogether. I was moving 80 miles away, so I rented a storage facility a half mile away from my house, so that I could get things out of my parents’ house in case I needed to leave quickly. I didn’t have a license (not allowed) so I had to carry all of my belongings to this storage facility. I also couldn’t buy any boxes, because that would be suspicious, so I used bags. Tote bags, plastic bags, duffel bags – anything I could find in my room. It took me a week to move all of my things. I hope never to do that again, as you never actually realize how much stuff you have, and how much it *weighs* until you have to carry it in your hands, across your back, on your wrists, and the inside of your elbows for half an hour. Yes, I know half an hour is really slow for only going half a mile, but let me tell you, you can’t move that fast. Add to it that it was August, hot and humid, and it is no party. The worst was carrying my books in bags. I own well over 130 books. Big books. I have scars from the blisters I got moving all of my stuff. So, no matter how horrible moving seems to be, just be happy you don’t have to carry it