The movers came today. An earlier spot opened up and I jumped up and down in glee when I found out I didn't have to wait until April 3rd to get our stuff. The house feels like a home and the reverberating echo has disappeared. I made a scratch in the hardwood floor and I feel terrible. It isn't deep, but I am the guilty one who made the first mark. Better than having to blame a kid for the rest of their life.