(It's interesting to observe the progression of a move. The first boxes I packed are all books, or all living room items, and are neatly labeled. By Friday night most of the boxes just say kitchen and they're kind of a hodge podge but everything in them belongs in that space. By Saturday morning I created a pile in my living room of things that should be in a box from everywhere in my house, and then packed - no labels, no coherent plan, just get packed. Of course that's the stuff that went into the storage unit last, so will come out first at the new place, and it's also the stuff I am the least excited to unpack. <sigh> Maybe there'll be more goodwill trips after the unpacking too.)
The other two J's (three men, all names begin with J) arrived just after 12:30 with one more pickup truck to start loading. In 90 minutes everything that was going to go was packed - we filled the two trucks and the trunk of my car. (It was a little disconcerting to watch the kitchen boxes that took me four hours to pack all fly out the door in 45 minutes. In a good way.) By 4p everything was unloaded at the storage unit. Whee!
So, that is the bulk of the move. I still have to go back and clean, take out the recycling, go to goodwill - stuff like that. The things that are still there will maybe fill the backseat of my car, so we're in great shape. My roommate is out of town until next Sunday which is handy for this, it lets me leave things slightly disarranged and I don't have to worry about it. Once he gets back we'll have to finish the last phase of the moveout, getting bills transferred into his name, and settling up the money.
But it now feels like I don't live there anymore so move accomplished!