Yes, Meghan had decided that maybe uprooting our life two weeks into the school year wasn’t the best idea. But alas, contracts were signed. We couldn’t get out the situation. We had a 8 a.m. deadline to meet.
We decided that the second trip to The Domain would be our last of the night. (A decision we would regret.) We went back to UPA to keep packing and loading up the car.
It’s important to note that we decided stay in our little hovel because we didn’t want to move. We forgot that little tidbit until around 1:30 a.m.
After making “progress, we ended up sleeping at 3:30 a.m. Panic started to set in. The cars were fairly full, and we still had things to pack. I was playing mental Tetris, and there was no way everything would fit. I texted my friend with a truck to come help, but he was sleeping.
Our fridge was also still full of food. So here I am, starting to freak out and looking to my roommate for solutions, or at least some ideas. Now, during this whole moving process, my roommate was remarkably calm. For example:
Me: What do we want to do with the fool in the fridge?
Meghan: Peace and love.
Me: Where will we put all of our stuff?
Meghan: Peace and love.
Me: Holy guacamole, our freezer is full!
Meghan: Peace and love.
This attitude started well before moving. When we first went to The Domain to pick up our keys, we had to pay rent first. I was prepared and brought a check. Meghan, meanwhile, did not have a check and didn’t really care. The front desk worker kept offering solutions, and Meghan just shrugged, disengaged with the situation.
This was a drastic role reversal. Typically, I’m the hot mess of a human while she keeps the duo moving forward. Looking back, Meghan picked a great time to get in touch with this side of herself.
So we went to sleep and woke back up at 6 a.m. Two hours to clean up. But we still had the fridge to deal with. I’ve since repressed memories of the fridge. I believe we just threw everything away.
Luckily, my friend with the truck came in clutch and helped us save some items that we didn’t want to part with. With his help, we were able to get out of our apartment by 9 a.m.
My car would eventually be unpacked in the course of months. The thought of moving more items up three flights of stairs was rather scary.
Other than that, we settled into our new home, which is most certainly an upgrade from our old place. I don’t have to walk down some stairs to do my laundry, and I have so much natural light to bask in.
– The End.
Katherine Knott 