"...Can you ever just be whelmed?"

"I think you can in Europe."

That scene, if I recall correctly, was filmed in the teacher parking lot of my high school the summer after I graduated.

I'm in the final days/hours of moving out of my apartment. I have the attention span of a gnat when it comes to moving this time around. I need to have everything out by Sunday. I swear I'm mostly packed. I am. It's the last little bit of stuff that I don't want to do until I have to. The Korea Speakers, the tuner, the creature speakers, the rest of my clothes. At this point it appears that I will be able to pack everything that I want to take with me into the 45 gallon tupperware containers.

The real question is will my dad and I be able to lift the containers in and out of the truck. Other burning questions, does the xbox travel in the bed of the truck wrapped in a garbage bag, along with the creature speakers? Where should I stash the memory foam and mixer in the game of tetris that will be the bed of my little truck. Golf clubs? Hmm. A tarp and ratchet straps or a tarp and the bed-webb thing I have?

These are things that I was thinking about at 4 am this morning. My alarm had another 50 minutes to go before it was to wake me up.

I'm still excited and intrigued as to what I've gotten myself into. I think I'm just ready to be there. I am not looking forward to driving for two to three days. I am not looking forward to saying goodbye to my dad. Taking him to the airport will be one of the hardest things I will do.