Thursday, March 15, 2012

I-95 and Kelly Clarkson Sing-a-longs

Well, today I made the move. Er, I made the "soft" move. I don't "officially" move until my furniture is here and I, more importantly, have an apartment. 'Til then, I'm crashing with my sis and bro-in-law who have graciously opened up their basement to me. I currently have every article of clothing I own down in that basement. My mom kept asking, "Did you remember to bring [insert item of clothing here]?" To which I would have to remind her, "Mom, I brought everything." 

This morning, when I was watching The Today Show, the very first sign I saw in the crowd shot read, "DC: A City In Bloom." What are the odds that on the day I move (sort of) to DC, that's what I see? (I mean, other than the fact that the cherry blossoms are blooming.) 

I interpreted that as a sign. Which wasn't hard to do since it was literally a sign

My Mom came with me and we decided we'd leave at 9am, just after rush hour, and arrive in Arlington around 3:30. So,naturally, at 10am, we pulled out of the driveway. I'd brought a dark chocolate chip cookie as my special "I'm driving to my new home" road trip snack. I ate it while I waited for my mom pulled out of the driveway. Patience is a virtue. And, I don't really possess that virtue. Or, maybe my Mom was just taking too long to back out of the driveway. 
We drove in separate cars, which meant I had 6+ hours by myself. Fortunately I made the last minute decision to download podcasts and totally kicked ass at NPR's "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" all the way to Durham. After that, it was just me and Pandora the rest of the way. (If you're looking for some good Pandora stations, I recommend the Mayer Hawthorne and the Marc Broussard stations. Then, throw in some Kelly Clarkson for amazing car dancing. Not to brag, but I am an amazing car dancer. You're welcome fellow drivers on I-95.)

My Mom led our 2-car caravan because I realized that I don't actually know how to get to DC. Small detail to my move. At one point I followed the wrong Prius for a few miles but quickly realized my error because neither my Mom nor the Prius is from New Jersey. 

We arrived just in time to watch the Davidson/Louisville NCAA game...5 hours after it concluded. My sister, Mom, and I agreed to not check Facebook, Tweets, or emails until we could watch the game together on the DVR. That was hard. And also frustrating when it turned out we lost the game. (But, good try, guys. Go Cats!)

Tomorrow brings an early morning Metro ride and a day of apartment hunting. This is happening, y'all. 

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