As it stands, we've basically moved a third time back into this house (we've brought the computers and the cat and we're going back for our mattresses), and we get to move a FOURTH time back into our apartment when they come back home.
If we lived in our lovely house bus, this would hardly have been a big deal, because we could just drive our home to their parking lot and be done with it.
That story wasn't all that hilarious, I'll grant you. I'm sorry. At least it was short!