On Tuesday June 25th I woke up to the smell of paint fumes. Wojc had been up all night finishing his packing and putting on the final layer of paint to the room we had painted yellow without management’s permission. The day was hot and sweaty and soon Echo came over to help finish packing everything and start hauling it down. Because our truck can’t have a cab over it, one person always had to stay outside to keep an eye on our stuff. After hours of cramming items into boxes and bags and last minute walk thrus our empty and echoeing apartment we started packing the truck. Echo and Utku helped throughout the whole process with a few breakdowns on my part. By afternoon it was all done; bike strapped in and boxes loaded.
As many times as I’ve moved in my life, I always seem to forget how utterly exhausting the whole process is. From painting to finding boxes and hauling for hours, I was completely exhausted both physically and emotionally by the time we hit the road. It is sad to leave our apartment, but as soon as we crossed the George Washington bridge (more crying) into Jersey I began to feel better. First stop, Shenendoah.