We had hundreds (many hundreds) of HEAVY boxes, furniture, 2 dogs and us to move. We hired a mover; we did not want any of our dear friends to be injured moving our stuff. We are all getting older now.
This move was one of those life "synchronicity" moments. I called 15 movers for estimates and set up 3 appointments.
The first guy to show up walks through the house and as we stand in my kitchen he asks, "who made your kitchen for you?" Since I love my kitchen I was happy to tell him, "Gordon, from Gordon's Custom Woodworking in Dorchester". He then laughs. He asks me if my house is a new house, ranch style, near St Mary's. I say yes. He then tells me that he has been to my house, in fact he delivered my kitchen.
Any way, since Marten had already been to the house in a truck he felt strongly that we should use a smaller truck and do 3 trips. He was afraid of sliding into the culvert on either side of the driveway. So, we planned on 3 trips with the small truck. Okay, it took 4. He had to come back for a load on Tuesday. We won't talk much about our filled storage unit.
One truck load was filled with boxes. Those heavy boxes. They weighed more than our furniture. Lots of books.