Friday morning three burly guys showed up at the door and spent the day packing and hauling our things into a semi crate. I was really uncomfortable having these guys in our house touching our stuff and spent most of the day pacing.
Oliver spent the day cowering in a box in my closet. When the movers started working on the bedroom, he took off and we lost him for a few hours. I started worrying that he had crawled into a bo
x and had been packed, but five minutes after the movers drove off he turned up again.So we packed up the car and put Oliver into his new crate and left for Ann Arbor. Now we're living at Dave's parents' house, and I'm feeling a little homeless.
Next week after Christmas we'll go back to meet the second set of movers while they pack up our things for storage. Then a day of cleaning and we'll be done with the house.
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