I am safe and sound in Florida, and so eager to get started cleaning and shopping for my new apartment that I can't sleep. And I'm actually mad that walmart doesn't open until 8:00!
So, things yesterday went well, for the most part. The moving truck guy was an idiot and was 45 minutes late opening the store, so by the time he arrived, there was a line of people waiting for him. I was 5th, and apparently lucky to get a truck. He had only 12-footers left, so I couldn't upgrade to the 16. We took the 12 and I led Mikey through the streets of Brooklyn.
The movers were waiting for us when we got there. They were phenomenal. At $15/hr/guy, they were well worth the money - and then some. They ferried everything from the apartment to the truck. We left Mikey in the truck "FREEZING!" while the movers brought stuff down. Mom, Katie and I were frantically filling final boxes and disassembling furniture upstairs.
The truck was filled to the BRIM, including a few boxes in the front cab. Of the stuff that remained, it was either left for the new tenant, put out for trash, stuffed in my suitcase, or Katie took it home. Unpacking that bad boy is going to be a challenge.
I eventually got to the airport around 6:00, which was right on time for my 7:00 flight. I even had time for a burrito! I was afraid the TSA would open my suitcase and think I was a terrorist. It had the most random crap in it: a toolbox, frying pan, clock, pantyhose, prescription medication, a ziploc bag of allen keys, a power drill, a hairdryer, and some makeup. But no one stopped me, so I must just be "under surveylance" now.
So anyhow, I'm here and all is well so far. I'm hungry, the dogs are hungry, and I guess I'll go feed us all!
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