I feel I haven't written a blog post in something like forever (the last one was May 9), which I've decided it directly attributable to working on getting a huge website project off the ground at work (check it out: the all-new Drupal-powered www.famsf.org), and of course undertaking my favorite activity ever: moving! Perhaps you detected a note of sarcasm in that last statement. I'm sure I'm not alone when I declare that without a doubt, moving is the least enjoyable human experience. Although the end result may be happiness and a possible quality-of-life improvement, getting there is definitely not half the fun.

Of course when we set out to start I launched right in to the process with a cheery "Oh, this'll be easy!" Naturally, I remembered the last time we moved when we loaded up all our possessions into a 16-foot rental truck (one load only!) and bribed family and friends with the promise of beer and pizza at the close of day. I neglected to consider that this was a couple years before we had children, and I was utterly unprepared to face the horrors that lurked in our garage and indeed every room in the house. How is it that two small people can accumulate so much stuff over the courses of the so far not very long lives?

After a couple initial successes, such as clearing out the front half of the garage, the sheer enormity of the task began to sink in. For a while it seemed that no matter how much stuff we packed up and stowed away, the pile of stuff just didn't get any smaller. And even when things did start clearing out, there were always hidden pockets of accumulated stuff that seemed to pop up out of nowhere. As I told a friend, our home was like a clown car, things just kept coming out of it way out of proportion to its size.

I also ended up with a pocketful of LEGO pieces that had been dispersed around literally every room of the house. Apparently I'm really good at spotting this little single-space round LEGOs that are so easy to lose. I also managed to track down some stuff that we thought had been lost forever, like my seven-year-old's Batman wristwatch, although for some reason none of my missing stuff seemed to turn up. Perhaps when we finish unpacking.

Eventually, the deed was done and we got out. Since there's a little lag time between inhabiting our old place and the new one, we're camping out with family and going on a few road trips for the next couple weeks. All the accumulated stuff we moved is currently in storage. We'll be moving into a house that has almost twice the square footage (don't get too excited—our last home was pretty small), so perhaps there'll actually be room for all that stuff!