Unbelievable! 9 months have passed since we left her standing there on State Street to begin her new life.
9 months! It took that long to grow her 19 years ago. All I can say is that I am thankful that she did not accumulate this much stuff in utero.
This room is not that big, and she only inhabited half of it, how could she possibly have THIS MUCH STUFF!
Enter… THE SPACE BAG. (this needs music in the background)
My friends, these are the Spanx of packing! And why, must I ask, am I always in the business of reducing things to small spaces? I discovered these when we moved her out there. They became a mild obsession. I spaced bagged everything in sight. The dog was quite nervous.
You cram the stuff into them and virtually suck the air out. Down coat,…less than an inch thick. Comforter… paper thin. Underwear… non existent.
This experience took on somewhat of a game show atmosphere. Buy boxes and packing materials in the lobby of the dorm at highly inflated prices. Run upstairs and pack everything that is to be stored, dry cleaned, laundered and shipped in less than 23 hours, applying the bar code labels from the equally inflated storage company. Climb over roommate and her mother doing the same thing. All in a 10×12 space. Everybody circle to the left.
Cram remaining items in existing luggage. Drink heavily. Repeat in August.
Which brings me to…
May is the new June and August is the new September.