When I Got the Boot
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by: kaylatyler19
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It wasn’t until I got the boot that I realized moving out was easier said than done. It’s as if living alone was but a fantasy of long-ago, a dream that’s better off unlived. I wasn’t even officially out yet and I’m already feeling the pressure of being independent. I could only imagine how life would be like without people doing things for me. See, simply calling a moving company in Virginia used to be a ‘mom’ task that I didn’t have to bother with but now I have to call the movers in Washington myself. Though I was still at home, mom was being undeniably unhelpful, saying it was all part of my training – like how a mother eagle would let her eaglets fly off on their own, letting them have a few hard falls before they finally learn to soar high up in the sky.
I’m looking forward to sleeping in without mom pestering me to get up and help her with chores, staying out ‘til the wee hours of the morning without bothering to text dad the whereabouts of my night out on the town, spending the entire day in front of the telly without being called a couch potato. But I’m not anticipating waking up to the smell of stale cigarettes and alcohol from last night’s party, asking pesky drunken coeds to leave my apartment per neighbors’ complaints and spending the whole day cleaning up my place on my own. I wasn’t too excited about eating leftovers from two nights ago, washing my own clothes in the communal laundry room and getting a part-time job to pay for my weekend getaways and impulse shopping. Truth be told I’m having cold feet. It’s not too late to quit calling moving companies in VA to help me out with my big move anyway.
In less than a month I’ll be transferring to my own apartment near University of Virginia. All is well and settled, from arrangements with local movers in Virginia to mailbox reservations in my new building. My brother said there was nothing more liberating than moving to MD or some place as far away from home as possible. “The farther the better” were his very words. I guess I’m not one to tell since my new place would be in the same State. Maybe once a week I could still enjoy hot, home-cooked meals and freshly laundered sheets at my ‘rents. Now that’s a sound short-term plan.
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Act My Mover is a company offering Moving company in Virginia and Movers in Washington. For more information, visit http://www.mymover.org/
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