Lets just cut to the chase here, shall we? I’m not fan of moving. In fact, I’ll go as far as to say I hate it. I know I’ve spoken about wanting more room, but deep down I suspect the real reason we’re building this house is so we won’t ever have to move again. I mean, once the house is complete, I can’t foresee a reason why we’d ever want to leave. Of course, we can’t exactly build it without first moving out, so we’ll have to endure this necessary evil one last time.

At 8:30 am on Friday morning, 2 guys from Rent-a-Son arrived to help us pack. If you’re not familiar with the company, I’m sure the name is self explanatory (that, and they apparently don’t employ women). They were significantly cheaper than hiring actual ‘movers’, but I’d say the end result was just the same. The guys were polite, friendly and didn’t complain when I told them we needed to move a 300lbs TV. What more can I ask for? I suppose the only downside was that we needed to supply all of the packing materials… which was fine, although we really weren’t sure how much we needed, and as we quickly came to realize, boxes don’t come cheap. Of course, we could have hit up the LCBO for some used boxes, but that didn’t seem like a wise move, what with them being stacked on top of each other for the next 8 months.

The best prices we could find were from a place appropriately named Packaging World. Now, I don’t know the guy’s name, but the gentleman who helped us was quite a character. If anything, he reminded me of Tom Smykowski, the disgruntled employee from Office Space. That said, he was very friendly, knowledgeable, and extremely passionate about packing. His recommendations also turned out to be spot on (I think we only had 2 extra boxes), which is hard to poke fun at.

Most of our belongings will be held in storage until the construction is complete, however I wasn’t too enthused about renting a truck, packing everything into the truck, driving to the storage facility, unpacking the truck… and then repeating the process again in 8 months. So to lessen the pain a little, we had the storage container brought to us.

Giant Storage (also appropriately named, hmm…) dropped off a 20’ container, which apparently holds “the contents of a 1600-1800 sq ft, 3 bedroom home with no major appliances.” When it arrived, I was convinced we wouldn’t actually fill it. I mean, come on, it barely fit in our driveway. However, it appears we have a lot of junk or oversized furniture, because our stuff barely fit inside.

The containers are sturdy, ventilated, and stored at a secured storage facility, so everything should survive the 8 month vacation while the house is being built. Should we need something, the facility is nearby, and we’ll have access to the container. I’m not expecting we’ll actually need to get into it, but it’s comforting to know our stuff isn’t entirely out of reach.

So now the house sits empty, patiently awaiting it’s fate. I must admit, saying goodbye was a little saddening… but of course, I cheered up in my own special way: