Box Tales

One of the decisions I made early on was to buy the majority of the boxes I would use, instead of trying to scavenge them from various sources of free boxes, so that I would have strong boxes in a few uniform sizes. Not that I won't use any others, but for most of them, I wanted to have the same thing. A few months back, someone on a local giveaway group was offering a few boxes that included some Home Depot small and medium boxes, which I was able to get, so that I could see the sizes in person. (Even with measurements given, I find it hard to visualize what that really will look like, and hold.)

Based on this, I decided that I mostly wasn't going to need anything bigger than a medium, and that small would do for most things. And then, I decided after looking at options online, I would also get some extra-small boxes for heavy things like books. Okay, good. I went to HD at some point and got more small boxes, and looked at the other options they had. I bought tape, and some bubble wrap, and got a lot more bubble wrap and other packing material through the giveaway groups, and on we go.

Last week, I decided to go ahead and get some of those XS boxes, and since I was going to be out near a Lowe's one night (which is another big-box home improvement store), I went in there. Much to my surprise, they didn't have them: just small-medium-large, and not the other odd sizes I thought I remembered from HD. But that trip had been a few months ago, so I looked online to see what they listed there, and didn't see XS boxes, and was puzzled.

Yesterday I went into a HD, and behold, XS boxes! Just like that! How did I confuse myself into confusing myself? I still don't know. It was like a sign my dad used to have on his desk, which said, "I made a mistake once. I thought I was wrong."

Happily, the XS boxes hold enough books to feel like they're worth packing, without getting so heavy I can't lift them. I call it a win.

Although I didn't feel like I overdid things yesterday, wow, I was so tired and sore by the end of the day. My back, my hands*, my arms, all informing me that, yeah, I need to take more breaks. And more advil. My back really appreciated the heated mattress pad last night.
*My hands are really the weakest link; they tire much faster than anything else. Stupid arthritis.

Things are getting done. But, man, am I looking forward to being on the other side of this move.