6 more fucking days! Everything is pretty much packaged but I still feel insanely fucking rushed.
We finally set up the U-haul reservation. Jeremy works all that weekend so, my dad will be driving the truck. My dad whose eyesight is starting to go, memory is fading, drives 35mph in 65mph zone, waits for 15 minutes at an intersection to “make sure not a car in coming.” The ultimate “safe driver” who is bound to get into an accident because of his safety. He just can not drive in a city. Small town yes, city no. He also has neck problems which means he has problems turning his head to look left and right. So, when you drive with him, you have to look behind the car, left, and right for him if he needs to change lanes or something. Well, he’ll be driving the U-haul, at night. Oh, and its a 14ft truck. Fun, fun, fun! At least the new house isn’t too far from our apartment. We are going to try to get everything out in one day while Jeremy is working. Shouldn’t be too bad.
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