Eventually, I mostly decided what I thought I was absolutely gonna need. If I changed my mind, I could just drop by the storage unit and pick up or drop off whatever. Easy peasy.
I continued to plan and rearrange and reconfigure. I would feel pretty good about how things were, and then I would immediately second guess myself. Because am I even me if I don’t operate that way?
By the time leaving day comes, I’ve mostly figured out what’s going with me and where it’ll be stored in the van. Some of it, I wasn’t sure about, but figured it’d work out one way or another.
So, I’ve emptied my apartment, gotten a gym membership so I can shower, and have decided on where I’m heading first.
SOUTH.
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