You never realize how much stuff you’ve collected in your life until it’s moving day.
With our youngest son finally going away to college, we did two moves in one. My husband Alex and I were moving into a condo only a few miles away, but first we were driving Cory sixteen hours away to college. Because we had to put all our things in storage (we wouldn’t get title for another three weeks), we were planning a two-week road trip after we finished driving a few days drive to drop Cory off.
As we were packing the car, with all of Cory’s stuff plus our suitcases for the almost three-week round trip, we found we had a major predicament. By the time the car was loaded, there was only room enough to seat two people: the driver and someone sitting in the back seat directly behind the driver. Everyplace else was piled to the roof with Cory’s belongings and our suitcases.
My husband tried to reshuffle everything, but there was simply too much of it.
I finally suggested, “Cory and I could squeeze back there together.”
“For sixteen hours?” Alex asked. “You’d end up totally on each other’s nerves.”