Boxes, Boxes, and More Boxes

The movers came a week ago and unloaded our belongings. We were left with the fun task of unpacking all the boxes and finding places for everything. Here is what we learned about professional movers: They hate stairs, they can carry twice their weight, and they love packing paper! We found out that last one as we unpacked. When the movers drove away, we were started opening boxes---only to find that every item was wrapped in multiple sheets of packing paper.

It was like an exaggerated Christmas---I unwrapped a microwave popcorn packet, rubberbands from the junk drawer, Ethan opened juggling balls---each individually wrapped. It felt like a giant waste of paper---good thing NYC is a huge fan of recycling!

We had a near disaster---our couch barely fit into the living room, and I mean BARELY. The movers got it through the front door, which is pretty much all they cared about. The rest was up to us. Ethan and I were determined not to have a couch in the kitchen, so we got out the tools and went to work. Ethan worked on taking the short wooden legs off (they were the cause of the problem). After much hard work trying to remove stripped screws, the legs were off and we were ready to bring the couch through the hallway to the living room. We literally had to shove it past the door jamb, but we got it through with only a few scrapes on the wood. Success!