Last month I had to move out of my tiny apartment in SoMa to a bigger place in the Richmond District and it was honestly more stressful than I expected. Packing everything was exhausting, especially fragile stuff like dishes and electronics, and I didn’t even know where to start with moving companies. Narrow streets, hills, and parking issues made me nervous about choosing the right movers, plus I had some valuable furniture that I couldn’t risk damaging.
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It’s always interesting how unpredictable moving can feel no matter how much you plan. Even with checklists and booked services, small surprises like delayed elevators, traffic jams, or realizing you forgot a few boxes can completely change the flow of the day. There’s something about that mix of control and randomness that makes the whole experience both stressful and oddly memorable. I’ve noticed that the moments you can’t control end up being the ones you remember the most, and they really test your patience and flexibility. It’s a strange mix of anxiety and excitement that makes every move feel unique.