T-0 came and went.
On the fateful day that I prepared to say goodbye to New York City and head West, hurricane Sandy arrived and forced upon my life tuna fish sandwiches, PB&J, cheez-its and beer pong by candle light.
My roommate (moving also!) and I found ourselves in an empty apartment on the 27th floor with no power, one mattress, one flashlight, 3 small candles and entirely too much alcohol for two people leaving the state (evidence of a good 5 years).
There was one thing left to do.
Explore the building (dorm?), meet new friends (fellow gen-y-ers) and try to conserve precious iphone battery for instagram (call dad).
5 games of pong, 2 parties, 3 new friends from our Alma-mater (what are the chances?!) and 2 days later we were ready to hit the road to finally move to Chicago (there were about 7 collective goodbye parties between the 2 of us after all…).
It was time to go.
I slept in my jeans. She didn’t sleep. We were ready to spring to action like firefighters. Having moved all of our stuff into the dimly lit hallway the night before (generator = key), we were up at 5am prepared to use the one manually operated elevator to move a mountain of clothes, kitchen utensils and chick-books into a rented minivan before building management found out our escape plan (turns out moving apartments is not advisable or permitted in the dark)
2 hours later, with the help of 4 doormen, we were able to fill ever crevice of that van. And we were off…
The drive was about 15 hours long and took us through 5 states. The drive would have taken 13 hours had we not made a pit stop for food every hour on the hour, including a completely out of the way scenic tour of a town called Milton, Pennsylvania (think town from Hocus Pocus) where we had an incredible breakfast omelet in the cutest café and acted like tourists.
The rest of the trip went smoothly. The highlights:
- Hours of singing on part of friend…
- Trying to make friend’s cat “go” in the car (this activity could have gone on for hours)
- Watching little trick-or-treaters in small town
- Playing the “how do you feel about this state” game (not advisable)
- Playing the “would you rather” game
- Using the EZ Pass lane and then getting out of car to read the 482-digit serial number to attendant (great pastime)
15 hours later… we arrived in Chicago.
It was worth it. For this.
(View from my new apartment!!)