After our last move I'd rather die here and put up with bad neighbors then do that again! My mom had passed away, so we moved my stuff out of her house, plus all the stuff we were keeping, then drove 70 miles with the moving truck to our rental cottage and loaded up all of that stuff and moved into our new old house all in one day. It was 5p.m. by time we started unloading the moving truck, and it began to rain. I was doing well until I got to the fridge. The house we bought was 1858 and the door ways were pretty narrow. The fridge wouldn't budge through the intrance way, and it was raining. We had to get it inside for all the stupid groceries to stay cold. I felt defeated(couldn't get to my tool box which I put in first to the moving truck!), when my wife shows up with John, our new neighbor. In less than 2 minutes he had the doors off the fridge,and then muscled it up the steps by himself. What a great neighbor he was!
Lesson to be learned pack the tools last so they are the first thing you can get to!