The move pt. 2

Time for an update about the move.
I have to go into the doctor's office today. In order to maintain our status for affordable housing, they need a note from my doctor, explaining why I cannot share a bed with my wife. Now, this may seem a little personal, but a couple is only permitted a one bedroom apartment without a valid medical reason.
I gave them just such a note two years ago when we started looking for a place.
What is it with the government and lost paperwork? It's like the place where documents go to die, or the place that socks go missing out of the dryer.
We will be moving boxes soon, and that is going to take a little doing. I sometimes wonder how it is we manage to collect so much stuff, when our ancestors had so little. Of course, they wondered the same thing while packing up plates, cups and all manner of fragile items.
I was reading a book the other day. In it, the main character's family is moving house from Missouri to Denver. His mother had to wrap plates in newspaper, then pack them in straw in barrels, no less. Everything, including her children, were going by wagon train in 1862. Back then, the trip took the best part of two weeks. Moving anything was a costly and hazardous venture.
It does kind of put things into perspective for me. A move doesn't imply the hardship that it used to. That may be why so many of us are willing to do it so often these days. Now our biggest worry is hiring a large enough truck to handle the furniture. We aren't crossing rivers in carts to get where we are going.
More to follow as things get going.