Moving

I have moved once to Bloomington, IN, then once back home to Dallas. And then once to Minneapolis, MN, once to Glasgow, Scotland, once to Houston. And now once to Pittsburgh, PA.

Each time, I pack my bags and my dad drops me off at the airport, or drives me and my belongings to my new city. Last time, he helped me move to Houston. He found a black and white leather couch on Facebook marketplace and we hauled it to Houston in the old Honda Odyessy minivan, along with the rest of my belongings packed into my Mazda. Our first meal there was tacos, after we hauled the massive couch through the gate, into the elevator and then into my unit. 

This time, I went with Isaac.

My dad would have told us that we were silly to think that we could fit all our belongings into 3 cars driving from Houston to Dallas. He would have told us to rent a U-Haul, and then we wouldn't have needed to take two more trips to move everything else. But he wasn't here to do that, so that's what we foolishly did. 

I'm not sure he would have been able to carry the dining table, dresser, and all the heavy boxes up into our second+third floor unit without lingering back pain, but he would have done it anyways because he hated to see his daughters lift things unless we had too. 

I think I would have made him proud with my Facebook Marketplace deal scavenging though. I wish I could call to tell him.

08.15.22