After dragging my feet for well over 2 weeks I finally moved the rest of my personal effects to the new house from our old apartment. It only took 2 trips thanks to my dad and the help of our neighbor's truck. It was nice to be able to ride along with my father and talk like we used to. Riding with my dad brought back familiar feelings of security that I felt when I was young. The confident feeling of safety that I once took for granted while my father was driving us towards our destination. It made me realize that moving back in with my parents at the end of summer excites me. It is an amazing opportunity for me to reconnect with my family.
On another exciting note I met my new neighbors today. I'm from a small town where the neighbors we had were like family. Christmas cards were exchanged and countless pies, cookies, and pastries were given to one another over the years. I felt an obligation to at least introduce myself on behalf of our house. This was prompted in no small part to the fact that I was locked out of the house. After introducing myself I soon realized that the former tenants of the house we now inhabited left for Las Vegas without even a parting adieu. So for the last few weeks our much older neighbors had nary a clue why 5 loud and nocturnal college students had suddenly burst into their neighborhood like gangbusters and set up shop. After our brief introductions I feel I put our neighbors minds at ease, well they now know at least that we aren't drug dealers with the intent on laying waste to the neighborhood with our nefarious schenanigans.
I have these parting words of advice from Dr. Sidney Freedman of M*A*S*H,
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