Twenty-three days after the movers picked up our stuff from Santa Monica and nine days after their “at the latest” delivery date, the van arrived.
Not only were the boxes a bit beaten up (I would assume nothing less from a cross-country move that changed hands a few times and took a month), many of them were soaking wet. Fortunately, mom wrapped and packed things so well that we only lost a pint glass and a few books. If Curtis and I had packed on our own, I have no doubt the damage would have been much worse.

This is the box in which Curtis’ computer was packed. The tower was bashed in and warped, but Curtis managed to rebuild and salvage it, and it appears to be working fine.
See other photos from before and during the move-in here.