We completed yesterday. My body is broken!

I hope you will be happy there Flaxseed it does sound lovely.
I cannot imagine moving, but would always call the experts and have them pack all our things.We may have tried to do as you did when young and not much furniture, but too old for that now.

I’m moving house in two weeks time.
The removal company will do all the packing and the full move.
It’s not worth the aches, pains and stress doing it myself.

When the removal people fill boxes do you get a chance to label them which room they have to go to? Same with pieces of furniture, do you label them as to which room?

We have been in our house 40 years and have decided to move now before we are too old and decrepit (I'm 64 and DH is 72).
It's a daunting prospect and I hadn't even thought about the practicality of the actual move!

We’ve previously moved ourselves normally with the help of a brother or two or so. The last move in September was chaotic. We thought getting the movers to pack would be a good move. Wrong! It was a busy time and obviously we didn’t realise how poorly I was! Two were very professional but the other two were useless. Only just getting straight now having refitted en suite, bathroom and kitchen. Decorator is working now and I am shattered! My OH doesn’t do DIY but luckily a young man who lived near our last home is beavering away. He’s a real perfectionist though! I keep telling myself all will be well by winter.

I did all that when we moved up from Kent. They even made our bed up for us which was unexpected. They were very young and excited to be spending the night in an hotel!
That was 15 years ago and how times have changed!

When we last moved we hired a firm who came highly recommended, what a mistake.We moved from a seven bedroom house to a three bedroom bungalow, so that was a challenge in itself.When we came to put everything away, we discovered that the men had left behind my range cooker, dishwasher , and washing machine which the next inhabitants refused to let me have back or even pay for.Never moving again

I said never again the previous two moves but we still did it ourselves earlier this year, in sleet and snow. Shattering. I mean it now, get someone in next time.

Dh and I met in London and moved into a bedsit, decided to move to the other side of the capital, we didn't have much and could carry it all, we just picked up our things and headed for the tube. All went well until we had to change trains, we got off and headed for the other line. Train came in picked up stuff I got on train and he picked up his stuff to pass in to train to me when train doors closed. I didn't know what to do so decided to carry on to destination and hope he was following on next train, I was young and naive. When I reached our destination station I managed to find a station employee who rang through to the previous station and got a message to OH we eventually met up again, but it was during the power cut times in the early 1970s our new landlords were picking us up as the new place was not near the tube it was very dark when we arrived and we couldn't make anything to eat or drink on arrival it was scary but we were young and in love! Have moved many times since but never used a tube train again

Couple of moves back, we moved ourselves and yes never never again. It was just me and H, a friend helped in the morning then left us to it. It took us 24hrs, no exaggeration. The hire van had to be back by 8am, I thought I would die of exhaustion!

The last move I did was with DD, she was/is single, Dh was away on business. I spent the night before the move on her exceedingly uncomfortable sofa.

The move was being done by removal men - she lived in a second floor flat - and most of the contents were going to store as she couldn't move into her new home for a couple of months and intended to camp for a month while she did work on it, when she did get in, so some stuff was coming back to her temporary home with us.

The removal men were gone by 3.00pm. DD and I were then at the flat until 10.00, packing up the rest of the stuff into our 2 cars, cleaning the flat up and leaving it for the new owners. By the time I was finished both cars were full to the gills, I was absolutely knackered and on a freezing cold January night drovehome, South London - Oxford with the driver's window wide open in case I fell asleep.

The next morning DD was up at 5.00pm to get back to London to work and I barely woke all day. I didn't even have the energy to take the stuff tied on the top of the car off, in case it rained. I was 63 and it was my first realisation that I was beginning to age.