No move is fun. The logistical aspect, that is. In the past two weeks I, for the second time in twelve months, packed up my belongings and distributed them between storage units, friends and suitcases. Along the way there have been some bumps…
1) They accidentally booked my pod for the last weekend in July, not June, so I had to rent a truck and drive it 45 minutes to the actual storage unit. $200 and a lot of sweat and swearing.
2) Hired two man folk off the Internets to help load and unload because I reached a point of desperation where I was willing to gamble ending up on Nancy Grace. Man folk cost $400.
3) Misread the baggage fees on Delta.com. $650 and a lot of big ol’ tears at the checkin counter.
I’m hemorrhaging money, stranded in Hotlanta because of thunderstorms and my airport banana muffin has RAISINS in it.
It’s like all my bad karma is striking down at once. I’m really sorry, universe! I’ll do better, promise!