What if you accidentally left them in the storage space?

There isn't a storage place. There's just the apartment.

One time I was moving within the same building, up one flight of stairs, so I didn't think really packing everything was so important. My friends HATED me, as they carried random things up the stairs. I am terrible at the end of packing -- I always think I'm "really almost totally done" when actually there are several more boxes worth of stuff that needs taking care of. (Huge thanks to msbelle for getting me over the hump the last time I moved.) Yet another reason why I should never leave this apartment.

I found that last-minute tossing into the car wasn't an option. It was just another thing to pack. And stuff had to get tossed if it couldn't fit in it discreetly--no computer in the back seat, for instance.

I didn't mind driving across the country, but I'd rather have done it with an empty car.

Oh, PS Emily: Once you live in CA and have bought a car and are a teacher, you can drive cross-country next summer too see people. THAT sounds fun.

Timelies all!

"Spamalot" was very silly, and a lot of fun. Also, I had a mojito with dinner. (Never had one before, but all the talk in the F2F thread made me curious)

In a little bit we will head to the mall so I can buy a new swimsuit. whee.

DH and I used the "toss everything that's left into the car" method when we moved from college to NYC, and the end result was that we had about a 6" square where we could see out the back window once we were done. That was some of the slowest highway driving I've ever done.

Beautiful goal.

Chumley was enough trouble just to drive down to NJ from Boston with -- he was scared and meowed constantly for about fifteen minutes, until he got bored and fell asleep. Then something would wake him up -- anywhere from 5 to 30 minutes later, he'd be surprised to be in the car and in his cage, and start meowing again, for the entire length of the 6 hour drive. I can't imagine it would be any better on a cross-country drive, or a plane trip... except the plane trip would be shorter.

Apparently, cats do much better than dogs on planes. As hunters, their reaction to a stressful situation is to sleep so once the lights go out, that's what they do. Our 14-year-old cat, who made his paws bleed trying to claw his way out of the carrier (a carrier it usually took many tries to get him even to go into) on a 20 minute drive, was absolutely fine on a cross-country flight, just as his vet told us he would be.

So what I needed for Chumley was a little hood?

::speculatively eyes knitting basket::