I live!!!

I have survived my weekend of moving horror. Did I say “horror”?? I meant bliss …

I assume this slogan is an ironic statement:

If I look insane in this picture, it is because after 15 hours in the car alone, I am.

But I'm exaggerating, actually my trip went quite well:
1. My car did not explode from the strain of pulling all of my earthly possessions across the country.
2. Said possessions are now stacked precariously in my parent’s attic.
3. My fabulous friends from home actually seemed quite happy to see me, and had a little par-tay which was tons of fun.
4. The trailer-less trip back to DC went swimmingly*, and was filled with a lot less of the shear unadulterated terror that I experienced while towing.

*Thanks to the very thoughtful hospitality of my friend Gigi, I stopped in Pittsburgh (halfway through my drive) for the night. There I was also entertained by the ever-lovely Christina and all-suffering Ronson, who listened to my caffeine induced babble for longer than I would have thought humanly possible.