(I am still a little uncertain about having her living with us--but it will work out, I'm sure. We've all learned to live with other people, and we have the space for privacy.)
On Sunday afternoon, we moved all her stuff into our basement, so that the truck could be returned.
On Monday evening, a bunch of her friends came over to help move her stuff from the basement into the bedroom and the attic. It was a sticky, cloying evening, with a haze hanging like a quilt over the hills, and carrying boxes and furniture up three flights of stairs was a miserable task. But it wasn't too much labor, because there were lots of porters.