Okay, party people. Here is what I've learned. I would love to hear tips from y'all.
1. Enlist friends to help. However, if you do this - you must have everything boxed before they show up to help (unless they've already agreed to help you pack). It's a total Hunt's Move to have your friends show up, only to find that you're not ready. That is a waste of everybody's time. Or worse - when you've packed poorly, and they end up toting things piece by piece or in grocery bags because you claim, "I'm just moving across the street." That is what my ex did. Hunt's Move. Anyway...I packed until 1AM, then I got up again at 6AM and finished packing. I have all the boxes piled in the living room and my friends are due to show up in about 45 minutes, so I can fuck around on the intarwub until they get here. *sigh of relief*. The soles of my feet feel bruised, so wear shoes when you're packing.
**EDIT: My friends showed up and we got my shit downstairs and to the warehouse in just shy of 35 minutes. That's good preparation, teamwork, and a 10-minute drive. When my friend Gary saw all the huge mountain of boxes, he said, "TWO PALLETS MY AAAAASS!!" but we proved him wrong. The warehouse dude got it all loaded onto 2 pallets. It weighed 1,293 pounds (that is zero furniture but a rather lot of books). It's gonna cost me at least $790 to get it to Tacoma. God knows what the freight forwarding dude is going to charge to take it to Denver *shudder*.
2. One week before you plan to start packing boxes: Wash everything, such as blankets, towels, sofa covers, etc. There is nothing grosser than trying to pack a blanket that's covered in a month's worth of cat fur...and you can't wash it because you procrastinated too damn long and you've gotta just stuff it in a box. Vacuum as well, using the attachments to run along the baseboards, under the sofa and fridge, etc.
Also, I had my first moderate asthma attack since I was a little kid, thanks to my shitty housekeeping, dust, and kicking everything up during frantic packing...so that's how Tip #2 made it in there.
3. If you have a one-bedroom apartment, buy at least 5 large rolls of packing tape. A tape gun is worth its weight in gold. You can always save the packing tape for mailing shit you sell on eBay, or for the next time you move.
4. Unless you have a bunch of boxes in your attic that are in pristine condition...buy some boxes. I know that it goes against every DIY, thrifty bone in your body, but just pony up $15 and do it. Even if you have a stash of used boxes that you're gonna use, do yourself a favor and get at least 6 new boxes (again...one-bedroom apartment). You'll use them, I guarantee.
5. Also get a bunch of newspapers, bubble wrap, and possibly other packing materials like a roll of blank newsprint paper. I live in a town without a newspaper, and I was hella suffering while I was trying to pack fragile shit. I ended up wrapping it all in clothing...we'll see how effective my strategy turns out to be when I get to Denver and unwrap a bunch of broken shit and clothing with glass fragments in there. Yay.
Any other hints that I'm forgetting?? Now I have a mostly empty house with a few extra items that I'm going to have to get rid of.
And I also have like 30 pounds of cat hair to vacuum up, which my wheezing with stridor is telling me, and then scrub everything down. On Friday I'm going to disassemble my computer, keep the hard drive, and junk the rest of it. (I got the whole setup for $20 at an auction, so it's ancient and incredibly shitty. Can't even run Photoshop, let alone CAD on this thing). Turn in my high speed modem, get the deposit back, arrange to have my cell phone coverage sliced on July 1. I already took care of my other utilities. I have a ton of other shit scheduled for Friday as well, like taking my boss out to lunch, getting a well-deserved massage, and going out for drinks with friends afterwards. However, I feel pretty damn accomplished since it's only Wednesday...that means I have 3 days to get my apartment scrubbed in preparation for Operation Recover Deposit.
Crap, I just realized that I'm going to have to Do Something with my vacuum cleaner...like find yet another box and mail it back to my address in Denver. DAMMIT!