I know. This is the longest friggin' move in the history of moving. If you're tired of reading about it, imagine how tired I am of living it. But it goes on. And on. Half of what I own is in one house. Half, or more, is still at the other house. I am moving things as I need them. I still haven't moved the studio, which is daunting, but may actually be easier than it looks since everything, pretty much, is already in containers.
There may be a bright side to moving across town this way. When we've moved before, especially from one town to another, getting everything packed to go at once was brutal. Then seeing all my worldly possessions piled up and loaded onto a huge truck always gave me a terrible feeling of being burdoned by all this stuff! I was always reminded of moving from Pocatello to Boise after college with everything I owned in the trunk of my car. What a sense of freedom that I didn't even appreciate at the time. At least this way I am carrying what I can in my car on each trip and I don't ever have to see the whole mess piled up in one big pile!