As I sit here in a house that is filled with boxes, I’m beginning to wonder how the heck I got to this point. What a journey it’s been. I watched all of my friends make huge cross country moves to New York, Atlanta, Los Angeles and more, and I thought I would follow them eventually. Who knew that I would end up moving to the middle of nowhere instead of the bright lights of a big city.
My stuff is packed away in neat little compartments right now. I see the box that has my pots and pans. I see my bed in parts all over the floor. A life compartmentalized. And soon it will fit into 16 linear feet of a trailer. It’s like a Transformer (robots in disguise).
I never thought I would say this… but I’ll miss Orlando.
–sam
p.s. I’m here for another month (staying with Liz’s mom). If anyone wants to chill or have a beer, please let me know. I would love to see you before I go. 🙂
No. You will NEVER see me again!
Whatever… 😉
–sam
We used to do full-on, box-packing moves, on average, every year and a half while I was growing up.
My parents have now been living in the same house since…1995? Gosh, that is weird. I half-moved out in ’99 when I started college, and I have currently been living in the same apartment since I left for grad school in ’03.
Ramble ramble.
This is my first move in which I actually had to pack things with any care. My longest previous move was across the state so it didn’t require hiring a moving truck or anything. Hell… my last cross-state move only required me to stuff my car to the gills.
–sam