The Final 10%

Moving sucks.

We were getting ready to move to our new home. I was having a conversation with my boss about the ensuing move and how much of a pain in the ass it was going to be. He made a comment that stuck with me and it echoed through the entire move. He said “It always seems to be that last 10% of the move that drags on forever. You just hit the wall and it seems like the move will never end. You eventually get done but it seems to take an eternity to do it.” We were only moving a short distance away to a larger house. The amount of stuff we had accumulated over the seven years in the old house had grown to the point that we had a lot of it in a local storage unit…..which was creepy in its own special way, but that is a different story. Moving day came, and we started the migration to the new pad. We moved, and moved, and moved some more but the sheer volume of stuff didn’t seem to go down. A few days later we were nearing the end…..we reached the final 10%. He was right. It was “Smack!” right into the Great Wall o’ Moving Monotony. It seemed like the remaining few items were multiplying like rabbits. It wouldn’t go away. One trip, two trips, three trips, still not done, still more stuff and me wanna go home! What I thought would take a few trips turned into five but eventually it was done and the moving day version of Groundhog Day came to an end. The final 10% was definitely the worst part of the move. It seemed like an eternity while we were moving but looking back it didn’t take that long. I know it’s not possible but the boxes really seemed to multiply as we reached the end of the move. Once we got everything moved the unpacking began. We reached the final 10% of the boxes to unpack and those began to multiply as well. Either way you slice it, whether packing, moving, or unpacking, the final 10% always seems to suck.