Even though we only have two tuk tuk loads worth of stuff it's still moving and I hate moving.
Still, I shouldn't bitch about it since, in some weird and bizarre (though kind of lucky) twist of fate, I was stuck in Laos when C had to move out of our apartment in Sydney to join me. Our fathers pitched in, in what proved a valiant effort to move us into storage without paying movers, and I sat around in Vientiane feeling bad all day.
This time its going to be comparatively easy (though, seeing as I'll actually be lifting stuff, less easy for me) since we're moving about 500 metres and a few winding alleyways.
Photos of the new not-group house to follow soon.