There has to be a solution to moving the small things that remain after you've come through with a giant truck and lugged away all the furniture and million packed boxes. You're left with what I call the "gypsy boxes". Half "closed" boxes, purses stuffed with everything from cat toys to random spoons to that weird ashtray/plate I made in the fifth grade in ceramics class that everyone knows is ugly but my mom won't throw away because her little baby made it...
All this crap takes up so much space that you have to make 5 separate trips in your car just to finally decide to throw it all away.
This, by far, is the worst part of moving. Oh and did I mention it's 105 degrees today? Ya. I'm calling it quits, turning on the a/c at home and taking a nap.
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