How to move 50 metres in 7 days

We’ve just moved.

It took f**king ages.

Myself, I move house at least 12 times a minute, and all of the stuff I own, I am only-just-not-able-to-carry in one go.  I am maybe what you call minimised.  My clothes, even though I seem to have 5 tonnes of them, fit into two small suitcases, and after that I have a couple of boxes, a bag and a relatively light computer.

My housemates aren’t the same.  Peg has had a van or large car with flappy bits that reveal extra storage since he was 12 and as a result of this and his usage of skips, casual theft and freecycle, he and Mince have quite a lot of furniture, very little of which cost anything.  Add to this a full households worth of the usual cleaning stuff, towels and bedsheets, a few labour saving things (like hooks that fit to doors, and door stops, and cabling, and computers) and two LARGE guinea pigs, one the size of a quiche.  The move has been quite a task.

The new place is about 50m at most from the old place, but seperating the two is the ~50m walk, and 8 flights of 12 stairs.  In the last week, we’ve used 2 sizes of 3 different abandoned shopping trolleys, and what I’ve managed to work out to be about 50-60 trips up and down those 8 flights.  We’ve taken the contents of a 1 bedroom flat with so little space in the kitchen that we’d developed a technique of dancing around like bar tenders in a tiny cocktail bar.

7 days of gradual moving in between work, shoulder/back pain and other obligations later, and we’re done.  We live in a place 4 or 5 times bigger, and somehow, still have taken up a lot of space.

I don’t understand.  Compared to the old place, we now live in Wembley Stadium, but a Wembley full of piles of stuff.

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