My first move was a short distance from home. It was difficult as my parents did not want me to move out & felt at 18, with little money, I was too young. The move itself was easy. It was a little bachelor apartment smaller than my bedroom at home.
The first major move was with the movers from hell. Keith had moved to New Jersey with the two dogs, leaving me with an almost two year old & three cats. One of the cats got very sick before we moved, two days after the move she had surgery to remove a tumor. We went from sunny California to cold New Jersey. I was excited about the move until my friend broke down crying at the airport. I flew the entire flight chasing an active kid around the plane, worrying about the cats in cargo (will never do that again), depressed & wondering what had we done. The furniture did not arrive until 2 weeks after us since the driver abandoned the truck on the way. Keith was out of town at the time & the new crew basically dumped everything, didn't even put the beds together. My car had been on that truck & I couldn't even get out to buy diapers or winter clothes.
After that move the other 8 seemed like a breeze in comparison, even the difficult ones. Not that any long distance move is really easy and most were far from it.
