I once called myself an expert packer. Usually I am...if you think about my track record (I've moved every 6 month, out of one place and into another, for the past three years) I've done really well for myself.
Except this last time. I left something in New York and I'm so angry at myself. Not because it was something that was irreplaceable, it was only the plug for my sub woofer and speakers, but because I like to look at moving as a challenge. Can I fit everything into my mom's Taurus? Can I remember to pack everything I'll need? Can everything get there in once piece? Will I remember where I put things so I won't have to search for them?
Usually, I do just fine, and its like a little game my mom and I play. So I was really upset when I moved back into college and realized I didn't have this cord with me. I was feeling really good about the whole moving out of New York thing too, because it went so smoothly. My mom and I would fill up a bin with all my stuff, roll it over to the parking garage where her car was, unload it, and I would take the bin back up to my room and reload.
I spent my entire break (if you could call it that) with all my things packed up and I knew where most of the stuff was when I needed to get to it. Only an expert could do that! And now, here I am, listening to Robbie Nova on my crappy laptop speakers because I couldn't remember that one plug.
What really irks me about the whole thing? I remember staring at the plug and thinking that must have been the plug to the TV or the internet, because it didn't look familiar to me. Yea...some expert I am.
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