I hate moving

I only remember one apartment in Orem, UT before our green house in Washington. The move holds no memories in my mind other than the pile of boxes on our back porch that we would play in. All of our possessions just moved from one state to another and I never realized how until later in my life.

My childhood "green" home 

When I moved to Salt Lake City almost 2 years ago, all of my possessions fit into my moms small Toyota Matrix. My "biggest" possession was my snowboard (my bike joined me later). When I get married almost 1 year ago, we quickly had to gather a lot more "big" possessions. From KSL and IKEA we acquired a couch, mattress, bed, dresser, table, and chairs. In the week before our wedding, we slowly moved all of our separate things into our little apartment. It was a little bit of a hassle, but we did it and quickly organized all of our things. 

A few months ago, our landlord let us know that they were redoing the whole apartment building and that if we didn't move, they would charge us up to $300 more to stay in the newly remodeled apartment. We quickly turned to Zillow, Craigslist, Rentler and KSL (again) to find a new apartment. We were lucky to find a beautiful one with a wonderful landlady! 

This move was more intense and tiring than any move I had ever made. On our first night in our new apartment (that we could barely walk in because of all the boxes), I broke down crying because I was just so tired! (I don't know how I will survive being a mom someday...) We moved our whole house with only one other guy (thanks Luke!!!), a Kia Sportage, and a Toyota Forerunner. Our couch, mattress, bed, dresser, table, and chairs, skis, snowboard, bikes, and multiple boxes all in two cars, moved by three people down one flight of stairs and up two more. 

From this experience I have learned that I hate moving. It is the worst! Hopefully I never have to move across the country...