Some friends of mine emigrated en masse to New Zealand. 2GP, 3 adult children and spouses and 7GC. 4 households in all, 4 houses to be sold and packed up. The grandparents had a lorry repair business, which they sold. They bought two shipping containers, with permission to store them in the business’s yard.
All the family cars, packed full of treasures and breakables went in the containers. So did the furniture, bikes and all the families’ clothes and other possessions. The first container was dispatched early, to arrive before them, with enough carefully chosen items to set them up. Everything else went in the second.
The long-distance move went without a hitch, and the containers were sold, at a handsome profit.
Unfortunately my DD’s house move in Australia was a disaster. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. In addition, although we had planned on helping with the move my DH had a stroke the night before. He was lingering at death’s door in intensive care while my poor distraught daughter was left to cope as best she could. Luckily some good friends rallied round and after hours of problems and delays she finally moved in about 8 hours late.
DH had six weeks of excellent Aussie hospital care, was flown home first class with a nurse, and had a further two weeks of rather poor care in our local hospital, before coming home.