Ah, moving. Packing up your life for a different place.

The blue house across the street from the smith's home had been empty since the last owner left. Well, until today.

Morty watched from his second story bedroom window as a family moved their stuff from a moving van with witty banter and conversations.

Morty rolled his eyes, slumping against his frame with a bored exasperation. 'Great,' He thought. 'More people.'