On June 25th, I finished up my studies at the Hallmark Institute of Photography. My boyfriend Mike came to move me out and head back to California. Most people would never guess how outright impossible it can be to get out of Greenfield. Of course, this is taking account how much packing you've done before the mover(s) arrive (in my case that was one), the weather at the time (hot and super humid in Western Massachusetts), and how much time out you take to say goodbye to friend (several dinners and a two day tag sale).
It took about 2 1/2 days to get me out of that place. It was just one girl in an apartment. Who knew? Our adjusted departure time of Monday morning became 5pm and by then neither of us were sure if we'd ever get out. I was sure Mike would flee the scene any minute and every hour or two I fantasized about leaving all of my stuff there and letting my landlady keep my deposit.
In the end we had to add time to ship boxes via U.S. mail and UPS, turn in my cable modem (I kept it until the very end) and do some laundry. Finally on the road, this is what I'll be seeming for the next several thousand miles. Next stop: Philadelphia.
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