my heart is a glorious machine;

I once moved one whole block. In Barrow, of course, to a house we bought from the rented duplex we had for the first...well, how long was that? Almost a year? Can't remember. We could see our old house from our new house if we looked out the right window. It was...not much fun. We didn't pack much because it was so short a distance, so instead we made fifteen million trips back and forth between the two houses, and all the furniture went right into the kitchen and living room of the new place until there was basically no room to move. At all. We had to clear a path through the furniture so we could get to the bedrooms. (My dad the Paranoid Safety Maven did not like this arrangement at all.)