The first time I moved as an adult, it was to a dorm room in the oldest building on my college campus, up a hill and five flights of stairs. Thankfully, there were burly football players to help.
Since then, I’ve moved 10 more times. I’ve done moves cross-country with a U-Haul, with the help of friends, with movers in one day, and while eight months pregnant. None of these were as easy as my recent move with my 10-year-old son, right next door.
It might seem obvious, but a move is a move, and it still ranks high on the list of stressful life events. It would have been...
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