For our big move, Erin and Chris flew out from Boston to help us, and we were fortunate to have tons of other help as well to load up and clean our old townhome. Sean's brothers Michael and Jamie came out and helped fill the truck, and both Sean's and my mother assisted us with the not-so-fun task of cleaning everything.
The next day, on May 31st, bright and early at 6 am, Sean and I, along with Brigita, climbed up into the huge moving truck. Chris and Jamie drove Sean's car, and Katrina (our friend from church) and Erin (they were also college roommates) drove my car. With our most valuable breakables in the cars and everything else we owned in the 25-foot Budget truck, we headed out on I-94 to our new home.
We arrived around 4 pm, after stopping for lunch at the Texas Roadhouse in Rockford where the servers line dance to country music every once in a while, and unloaded the truck into our condo in Chicago. After everything was in, Sean and his friend Joe, who graduated with him and happened to match into the same program as Sean (he drove over to help us unload), took the moving truck back while the rest of us tried to talk ourselves into taking cold showers (Sean and I failed the mission with setting up gas at the new place with everything else going on). After multiple small screams from behind the bathroom door, everyone was showered, tired, and ready to go. We all walked down to the "happening" Clark Street and decided on Italian food for dinner. After a delicious fare and some wonderful conversation, we all dragged our feet back home, made beds for everyone, and crashed for the night.
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