I moved into the apartment today. My dad unexpectedly took a few days off work, so I didn’t have to wait for a car to be free over the weekend. It was strangely reminiscent of driving down to Florida for college with him, with a few key differences. For one, the car wasn’t quite as loaded. We could actually see out the back windshield this time. For another, dad took the first shift driving. Last time we almost wiped out about ten miles from the house. A car had stalled out in the far right lane, and I didn’t react in time to switch lanes. We ended up a few hundred feet behind it, waiting for a chance to merge over, and almost got rear-ended by a giant suv that pulled into the next lane at the last minute. My dad’s never really forgotten that one.
Author: Bekki
You Get What You Pay For
We were supposed to have moved in today. If everything had gone according to plan, I would now be typing this in our new apartment, having spent the day supervising movers and starting to unpack boxes. Instead, I’m in the guest bedroom at my parent’s house (my bedroom having long since been taken over by the Munchkin), trying to adjust to Eastern time and wondering exactly when I’ll make it to New York.