Boxes, Boxes and More Boxes.
It's really hard to pack for a move, and then try to live among the boxes. You pack something thinking you surely won't need it in the next two weeks, and then, sure enough, you're flipping box tops open, peering down into the items, wondering where you packed it. I've done that twice since Sunday. My hair dryer broke, so I was looking for hot rollers the first time. Then, Justin's binder broke, and he needed a replacement. It took me 6 tries before I found the right box.