Nothing bodes worse for a move than waking up the night before to a giant Texas thunderstorm, complete with great big lightening strikes and vertical rain pounding the windows.
We got a latish start, what with fighting traffic, made worse by rain. Loading commenced after 10:30 and we were out of town by, um, 3:00. Which is sort of sad. At least half an hour of that was eaten up by trying to remember how we got the couch INTO the apartment, so we could get it back OUT.
I’m typing this up as we barrel along the interstate. The sky has cleared out some, though my (slightly) pessimistic father keeps reminding me that The Weather Channel last night showed precipitation from where we are all the way to where we are going. I have my tunes on, my dad is in contact with his office via cellphone, and I realize only now that I didn’t really have a chance to properly say goodbye to My Old City, nor to Mr. Angst, who is still back there, walking through the apartment with our landlord. Sigh. This day could have been better in many ways. I suppose the really important thing is that we are on our way.
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I’m posting this now, as we reach the halfway point.
