on packing, unpacking, moving and air travel

today was my last day in my sublet...i packed up my life (and left large parts of it in the apartment building's loading dock, which i have decided to call "the island of misfit toys") and chucked most of my furniture last night in preparation for my journey back to texas today. almost all my furniture. i left my bed intact overnight so as to sleep in it, then got up early to make sure i had time to get it out of the apartment before my very generous friend picked me up to take me to the airport.

probably should have considered the fact that i don't own any tools and my bed frame is too big to get through my bedroom door in one piece.

i got the mattress off easily enough (i'm not retarded) but my brain sort of shut down after that, so i decided to take a few very important, very serious steps (ie go for coffee then get on gchat to whine to my boyfriend for 20 minutes about why i shouldn't even bother to take the bed apart since i never paid a security deposit). after that one of my roommates (ex-roommates?) supplied me with a screwdriver and a hammer. ah, primates and tool-using. managed to get these tricky metal things off the sides of the frame, but the majority of it was still boldly intact. so out of curiosity i just started wacking at it with the hammer. after making a small hole, i decided kicking was the way to go.

this is the part where i tell you that kicking a bed in is an awesome way to relieve possible stress/anxiety/nervousness one may be feeling when one is about to move to morocco for two years and barely knows any arabic.

may have gotten a little over-excited when the frame finally crashed down into four separate, easily manageable parts. may have yelled something like "IT IS FINISHED" and freaked out my classy British ex-roommates.

side note on the Brits...i keep catching myself saying "fairy lights" instead of "christmas lights."

anyway so that was the best part of my day i think--totally dominating a cumbersome piece of furniture i'm pretty sure weighed more than i do.

once my dear friend The Sticky Bandit picked me up we had a nice car ride to BWI, where i managed to get both checked bags in under-weight (had to move some stuff around and physically sit on my backpack in public in order to get everything that i took out of my suitcase in there). spent some quality time with a turkey club and a darija textbook i found cheap online, did two crossword puzzles (be jealous) and found myself safely in the hands of my daddy by 6 pm central time. Had dinner with the parents, enjoyed a few drunken phonecalls from Grover, unpacked my life and made a cvs run.

pretty solid day, i think. i just never feel like i'm doing enough to get myself prepared for this crazy journey taking place in less than a month...