All done!

There is nothing better than having too many boxes, too many helpers, and a little too much room in the moving truck. We closed on the house May 1st, and we got our keys on May 4th, so we spent almost every day we could coming up to our house and moving boxes of nonessential items up. Three days before the big move, Alec and I looked around the apartment, and started stressing as to how far behind we were. We really only wanted to move the big stuff on the big move day. So, we went into overhaul mode. Each day we would do so much, but still go to bed thinking we were so far behind. I was very tired, because rather than going to sleep around 10:30 which I love, I was staying up past midnight, just to get things done. The night before the move I was up until around 1:30 just making sure that I had as much of the cleaning done as I could. The plan was for me to never have to go back to the apartment after we had moved, so I had to clean clean clean.
The morning of the move, I was kind of sad because we had told friends and family 8:30, and the ward 9, and at 8:50 we still only had the one person that we had to go pick up in order to get him to help us with moving. Then my mom showed up at 8:51, and another friend showed up at 8:53, and then ward members started popping in all over the place. We had the truck loaded around 9:40, and my sister and Alec's brother arrived just in time for us to send them on to the house to unload. My mom and I finished cleaning very soon after the truck left, and by the time we got to the house, the truck was practically unloaded, and five minutes after that was done, our new ward members arrived to help unload. We were very blessed yesterday with lots of people willing to share their time to help us. I keep joking saying I wished they would help us unpack too, but my sister is actually willing to do that, partly because she wants my boxes for her move next month. :)