The mainland move is done

Yesterday we moved all of our stuff from the West Village to Connecticut, to my in-laws house. When I say we, I mean I packed all of the boxes, and the movers from Flat Rate moved all of our stuff. Leo micromanaged from his comfortable seat on the couch, until they moved it. Seeing that the move was progressing at hyper-speed, I hightailed it to Connecticut and Leo followed on the train an hour later, once the movers had left the apartment, and left us with nothing but our bar (complete with the contents), a bookcase which will either be tossed or given to someone, our IKEA desk that we don't mind leaving by the side of the road, a chair from a once complete living room set that we don't really want to pitch (we've shed one item on each move), our mattress, and all of the suitcases we are taking with us to London. The movers made it to the house in CT in record time, and unlike most movers, they didn't complain. They didn't even want water. Our Flat Rate movers were fantastic ... no complaints! With their help, we moved all of the boxes into our designated corner of the attic, with some of our other items distributed throughout the house. It was the easiest and most pleasant move we've had. And a bit disturbing seeing all of our stuff fit into the corner of an attic, not sure of when we'll see it next. But a big thanks to Flat Rate, and an enormous thanks to Leo's folks for storing our stuff and dismantling their house to accommodate it all.