When I moved from NYC to DC (rented apartment to rented apartment), the moving company told me that it would be more than a day between packing up the truck and delivering my stuff, because I was not filling the truck so they would be stopping elsewhere to use it for another customer. So I packed a bag with some clothes and a pillow and my sleeping bag. After the truck left I went to my parents' house to spend the night before driving down to DC, thinking I had plenty of time and at least one night of sleeping on the floor in the new place.

A few hours later the movers called to say the truck would be at my new apartment first thing the next morning. But I would still be in NY then, and I had to pick up the keys to the new place before I could let the movers in. I totally panicked. Luckily a friend who was living in the DC suburbs at the time was a stay at home mom, and I was able to arrange for her to get the keys for me and let the movers start to unpack while I drove down.

Of course I made a wrong turn along the way, just to add to the fun.

Moving is like a box of chocolates...