That picture of the U-Haul turned out to be fortuitous. It had no brakes and we wasted several hours remedying the situation. Still made it, but a bit later than planned.
The closing went very well and we had many family worker bees to help us unload. We spent the next day in a sea of boxes searching for clean underwear and anything edible for breakfast. We were also re-visited by the ever so gracious Washington Gas and my personal buddies, Comcast.
I feel good. I feel permanent. This is good. These are the feelings I have been lacking this past year long field trip to hell, AHEM, I mean South Jersey.
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If only you had edible underwear...
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