The worst part about moving is taking apart your furniture and learning that you have basically been living amongst your own filth for the better part of a year. Some of the dust bunnies I found were so
grievous that I am afraid I may have to have a permit before I can safely dispose of them. And since I live alone (for a limited time only now) I have no one to blame but myself. But I am now all packed up and just have to get my stuff from my apartment into the truck I am driving from Binghamton to Boston. And yes, I realize that last statement sounds suicidal, especially since I have never driven a truck before, but I am meeting a friend outside the city for help in navigating the narrow streets in Boston and the surrounding areas. And I have no choice about driving the truck alone because everyone is too smart to go with me. So I just have to pull on my "big girl panties" and deal with it...but just thinking about the impending drive keeps me up at night.
Fortunately, I have managed to guilt a number of my friends here into helping me transfer my stuff into the truck and I just have to work the sympathies of people in Boston for help unloading the truck.
And I am not telling them that I am living on the third floor of my new place until it is too late for them to back out.
2 comments:
oh geeze I am facing a similar dilema...the drive I will be making in Julyis 6 hours. I will, in addition, have a howling cat as my company. I can't decide what is worse though: pullling a trailer and paying 150 for said hitch or 277 plus a plane ticket for the bf to come and drive a truck back up for me. Let me know how the truck driving works out.
You be careful driving that thing on the highway!! Check in when you get to Boston so we know you weren't bullied off the road and sold into slavery by a real trucker.
(Like you need another mother... Which reminds me - call your mother!)
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