After what seemed like an endless stream of hours packing boxes, moving day finally arrived. The movers from Delancy Street arrived at 9am, quickly loaded up two trucks, and then met us at Public Storage to get Gina's poor, neglected piano. By 3pm we were alone in the house with all our belongings. Luckily we had the foresight to color-code each box. That weekend as a reward for helping us move, Nate and Julie each got to pick out their own goldfish for their room. Nate chose a white one and named it "Chickie Chick Marshmellow"; Julie's is classic orange and named "Snowbelle".
