So while Nate and Elise made their way from Memphis to Nashville, my childhood friend Emily and I moved all of my furniture and suitcases into the garage and set up box fans. It was (surprise, surprise) HOT in Nashville, but just as we got ready to load the truck the skies opened up and it STORMED. I'm not talking just a little rain, but a torrential downpour. We had to wait it out (I ended up falling asleep for a bit) and then we got started unloading Elise's stuff into the garage with my stuff. Emily's parents Bill and Laura came over (I've known them since I was five) and it's a good thing they did because it turns out her dad is a genius at packing. I'm not kidding. It took him just over an hour directing all of us to get everything in the truck, with room to spare. It was incredible. We then feasted on pizza afterwards and rested up for the journey the next day.
Digression: At kindergarten orientation, I walked into Ms. McCullough's classroom where my new teacher promptly took a picture of me for the bulletin board. There were little pieces of tape on the floor to mark where it was appropriate to sit, and there was an empty piece next to a little girl who was picking puff paint off of her dress. Ms. McCullough directed me to go sit next to her, so I sat down and watched the little girl. She eventually looked up at me, saw me watching her, and asked if I wanted to help. I said, "Yes," and we continued the job. After a few minutes, she stopped, looked at me, and said, "Will you be my friend?" I said, "Yes," again, and Emily and I have been friends ever since.
INTERMISSION
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