Well, the management company measured the entrance for us, so we're now satisfied that the movers will be able to get the piano in. I now have visions in my head of the new condo, permanently stcked with boxes from floor to ceiling. We're picking up the moving truck tomorrow afternoon, and this is the time that the gastrointestinal complaints start up/get worse for me. I want it to be over!
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Stumbled in and just wanted to say hi. There's something so hateful about packing and moving. I never get used to it and I've moved a dozen times in my life. I never mind leaving, it's just the packing and getting there.
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