One of the most challenging experiences I've had, so far, at Brown was definitely packing all my stuff and leaving college after my freshman year. Of course, I underestimated the task so much. Classic.
I had my last exam on Friday until 5 p.m., and the next day I was supposed to leave my dorm room and give all my boxes to the storage's dudes before noon, then go to Boston and get my 5 p.m. flight. Those 24 hours...
The night before the exam, I slept only a couple of hours. After the exam I thought about taking a nap and started organizing my room. However, going to the mall, then out for dinner and then to the club seemed the best things to do. This is how I started packing at 3 a.m., super tired and a little tipsy. After two hours, in which I managed only to take all the pictures off of the walls and to understand I definitely needed more boxes (and probably also a maid), I decided it was more productive to go to bed. I could wake up early the next morning and finish everything by 10 a.m., have my things labeled, packed and outside at the pickup point by 11 a.m., and be at a nice breakfast place by 11:30 a.m., for a last relaxing meal. Of course, reality was very different.
At 11 a.m., I was still far from being done with packing, I had showered and my towels were wet and unable to be packed (I had to pack them, anyway, and they will definitely become moldy by September), and my pickup point for the storage, since I was sharing it with a friend, was on the other side of the campus. Not cool.
I wish that I will meet that Uber driver again one day to say thank you. The one that drove me to my pick up point, with my 16 boxes in his trunk and back seats, plus me sitting in the front with my traveling luggages all over, and my mirror on his lap. He was a very nice dude. I didn't really understand why (yeah, I still need to work on my English skills), but he didn't even make me pay for the ride, and when I got off from his car and took out all my stuff, he hugged me (a little weird).
Well, I was two hours late in my schedule, sweating like never before and hyped up on coffee. Finally, my friend and I, after begging more than once for the storage dudes not to leave without our stuff, managed to get all our boxes and the rest labeled and wrapped in plastic, we found out we were way out of our space limit for the storage. Honestly, at that point, we would have both cried if they didn't accept our stuff, and we were so lucky that they were more tired than us and didn't want to get into any drama.
The nice breakfast was turned into chugging a pancake in an Uber on the way to the airport while asking the driver to go as fast as possible while we were stuck in traffic on the highway.
Next year I will definitely ask my mom to come help me pack.
