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The Revenge of Travel Curse
Jun. 11th, 2009 07:36 pmMoved: five large and heavy boxes containing not less than 120 books, a large number of clothes I never wear, and assorted school supplies and room accesories, like my printer and my desk lamp. Also a refrigerator, a folding chair, and a comforter in a plastic bag. All on my own, but luckily not very far. Stairs are not my friend right now though. Or the passcode doors. But I am a bit proud of myself for managing on my own, and for not getting caught out for not having a sticker for my fridge.
Abandoned to the Aether: one plastic storage crate and the lid from a second, both my laundry hampers (the mesh one because it is dying and the plastic one because I hate it), some clothes I really never wear and never will, and my room fan. The last one is not without some reservation, since it has been a serious lifesaver, but it just did not fit anywhere in my boxes. At least I know I can buy a cheap-ass tiny table-top fan, since I don't need to cool the whole room, just the five feet I happen to be occupying at the time.
Packed: one suitcase (almost nothing but jeans and underwear), one overnight bag (hair/bath products and the most embarrassingly large collection of t-shirts that either say stupid shit or have comic book characters on them), one messenger bag (pajama pants and a large selection of truly random-ass crap, including an umbrella, a bag of jewelry, more hair products, a toothbrush, a pair of flip-flops, and a ninja rubber duck), and one computer bag (computer and accompanying cords, books/comics, and every DVD I own). Luggage also includes my purse, two pillows, and my quilt, all of which I will be dragging by myself halfway across the Bay and through the San Francisco Airport. Have I mentioned that I hate traveling? And that I fail at packing?
Tomorrow is going to suck epically. And since the dorms close at 8am, I have to be out of here at the ass-crack of dawn even though my flight doesn't leave until two in the afternoon. On the up side, this will be very useful in avoiding last year's 'arriving at the airport 10 minutes after my flight starts boarding' scenario. On the down side, 8am. EW.
BUT THIS TIME TOMORROW I WILL BE IN NEW MEXICO.
Abandoned to the Aether: one plastic storage crate and the lid from a second, both my laundry hampers (the mesh one because it is dying and the plastic one because I hate it), some clothes I really never wear and never will, and my room fan. The last one is not without some reservation, since it has been a serious lifesaver, but it just did not fit anywhere in my boxes. At least I know I can buy a cheap-ass tiny table-top fan, since I don't need to cool the whole room, just the five feet I happen to be occupying at the time.
Packed: one suitcase (almost nothing but jeans and underwear), one overnight bag (hair/bath products and the most embarrassingly large collection of t-shirts that either say stupid shit or have comic book characters on them), one messenger bag (pajama pants and a large selection of truly random-ass crap, including an umbrella, a bag of jewelry, more hair products, a toothbrush, a pair of flip-flops, and a ninja rubber duck), and one computer bag (computer and accompanying cords, books/comics, and every DVD I own). Luggage also includes my purse, two pillows, and my quilt, all of which I will be dragging by myself halfway across the Bay and through the San Francisco Airport. Have I mentioned that I hate traveling? And that I fail at packing?
Tomorrow is going to suck epically. And since the dorms close at 8am, I have to be out of here at the ass-crack of dawn even though my flight doesn't leave until two in the afternoon. On the up side, this will be very useful in avoiding last year's 'arriving at the airport 10 minutes after my flight starts boarding' scenario. On the down side, 8am. EW.
BUT THIS TIME TOMORROW I WILL BE IN NEW MEXICO.