moving

When I was 2 1/2 my parents packed up everything and moved us from Michigan to Pennsylvania. There had been a few rough years on the farm and the debt was too big to overcome. So they threw all of our belongings into a moving van and the pickup truck and drove over 8 hours to a completely new place. There was no family waiting to help them unload. No friends to bring over meals. 
Just this past Saturday, Sam and I moved 20 minutes across town. We had family and friends helping us pack and unpack. We had lunch brought to us. We had someone caring for our kids and it was still completely and utterly exhausting. I can't imagine doing what my parents did. I think my brain would shut off.
So yes, we have officially moved into our new house. My mom came over on Friday and helped me pack up our belongings. Then on Saturday, while Sam and a crew of awesome guys loaded everything into vans and trucks and brought it over, my mom and my sister-in-law helped me organize the chaos at the new house.
Everything was out of the old house and into the new house by noon. It was a super efficient and went better than anticipated. Don't misunderstand me though. There are still boxes everywhere. I can't find the majority of my shoes or our new bedsheets. I still don't know which light switch works which light and we don't have any curtains up which means that I have to be very careful about where I walk when I'm in my jammies. My fridge is in the garage and my beautiful breakfront that is supposed to be displaying wine glasses and china is now filled with canned goods. The next few weeks will be a good lesson for me on going with the flow which apparently I need.