The past week a tornado has just swept
through my room, whirling clothes away into bulk bags,
furniture bouncing back and forth down the stairs, and me
across town buying last minute whatnots only to forget some
other thing back at the store.
Oh yes, it's moving time.
After getting back from China deliciously
jet-lagged for 13 hours, I, bloated on bloating airplane
food (chewy beef and rotting lettuce), started the Big Move.
Systematically planned, it was supposed
to go like this: clean room from left to right, the shelves,
the bed, and then the closet. Move on to the restroom to
collect toiletries, then office room for school supplies.
And so I started; patience my only friend
helping me with the daunting task. But after a couple of
hours folding shirts and bubble-wrapping furniture, I
realized how many things I was missing off of the college
I started to panic. With less than a week
before me and more than four suitcases to fill, I was in a
race with time.
The whole day, I paced around the room,
multiple arms flying out all over the place cleaning,
sorting and packing. Finally, with three trips to Wal-mart
and a clean sweep around the house, I finally got
Friday came, and we were to leave at 4 in
the morning. By car. Driving two days. All the way to New
Yeah, I know. Crazy. But plane ticket
prices have sky-rocketed due to the college cramp and I have
too much stuff that won't pass airport security.
Thus I, and two trash bags full of
mattress sheets/pillows, a laundry basket, my new printer,
boom box, and the mini fridge sat buckled in the back. My
parents were up front driving.
Our goal the first day was to go all the
way to Knoxville, Tennessee. That takes just a mere, oh,
As the Texas plains turned into Louisiana
marshes, as the marshes rolled into Mississippi trees and
Alabama mansions, as the mansions became Georgian houses and
finally the Appalachian foothills, Tennessee came as the sun
I drove about six knee-shaking hours, by
the end my right thigh muscles so sore from the
pedal-pushing workout that I swear my legs are now an uneven
The daily fare was deluxe. Breakfast
potato chips and popcorn, and lunch and dinner were combined
into one fabulous foot-long feast at Subways.
Sometimes, the car dipped dangerously low
in the back, huffing and puffing from the weight of a fridge
in the seat and four suitcases in the trunk. Stepping on the
gas would only elicit a tortured groan and a lackluster
forwards push to go on.
The poor thing.
By late afternoon the second day,
emerging from a restless nap, I realized we've reached New
Jersey. Garden state lives up to its name, with some leaves
of trees already flaming under Autumn's coming embrace and
little wooden houses dispersed in the greenery. It was
picturesque New England at its best.
The next morning, the grand final
morning, we drove down the New Jersey turnpike and through
the Lincoln Tunnel. As the neon light rims of underground
cylinders flashed like a time warp before my eyes, it felt
like I was taking a tour through the phases of my life.
Elementary school sun daze. Middle school insecurities. High
school trials. I'm going back to the future.
And finally, emerging, New York City, Manhattan, was
shining right before my eyes.