I think I am trying to set the record for the most time consuming move on record.
Today I managed to unpack 20 more boxes. Mostly kitchen things, vases, tea sets. (note to self, have people over for tea I have enough tea sets here for 40 people at least. That is just silly but they are all "family" semi-mental thingys. I wonder if folks would show up to a tea blog meet? I will blame it on my Father's English anscestry.)
20 boxes, and I felt accomplished. Until DH brought another load home tonight. He did the same thing last night.
It is seriously like the never ending sea of boxes. I have no idea how to stay motivated at this point. The Collective are no longer entertained by the notion of me unpacking. I have been trying to get them out and give them a break here and there, but geesh "how many more boxes are there?"
At this point I do not want to know.
I stopped asking 2 loads ago.
How I had all of this in our teeny house is beyond me.