My stuff arrived from New York City at the ungodly hour of 6 a.m. I wished I hadn’t been out the night before. I’m sure the neighbors loved hearing a semi growling up our little streets, all to unload a mere sliver’s worth of crap. The truck barely fit through the gate because it wasn’t bendy in the middle.
Everything seems to be intact. My stereo made it 3,500 miles, but then my dad dropped it in the driveway. Well, I better unpack now. I guess I’m officially here. I can’t pretend I’m on vacation any more. Chop, chop!