As I mentioned before, we stayed in a hotel overnight, splitting our journey up into two days. 12 hours of driving is intense as it is, but 12 hours of driving followed by a few hours of unpacking would have been a nightmare, so this was obviously the best thing to do.
Anyway, we woke up Thursday morning, went and had breakfast, and then got on our way. The drive was only supposed to take 4 and a half hours or so, which was fine by me, but we also needed to make a few potty stops along the way, which was also fine by me. At one point, I checked my facebook and a friend had asked if we were weathering the storms alright, to which I replied that we had been through a little bit of rain but that it was nothing serious.
Mistake.
No sooner did we pull away from that rest stop than did the clouds start rolling in. Before I knew any better, the rain was coming down so hard that I was white-knuckling the steering wheel and praying for the rain to be over. I couldn't see in front of me. I was following my parents' pretty close, but I was still having a really hard time finding them in all of the grey and gloom. I am not a fan of driving in storms like that (but really, who is, right?) but that on top of the fact that we were driving through the mountains made me super nervous. I turned the radio down (a sure sign that I am struggling with something) and prayed and prayed that the rain would stop.
It eventually did. We stopped for lunch about a half-hour outside of Nashville, and while we were sitting there, the rain let up a good deal, so it wasn't nearly so awful that last half hour or so. I was convinced that we would be moving everything into my house in torrential downpours, but thankfully the rain had all but stopped when we arrived. There were reports of flooding in other places around the city, but we were in good shape (being up a hill definitely helps in situations like that...but we will see how that works out when it gets cold and the roads are icy. I am not looking forward to that at all.)
We got all of my stuff into the living room, and then my parents went to their hotel to check in. I started putting stuff into my room and trying to figure out where I was going to put everything. Yes, I surely did overpack. I was so worried about clutter and I still brought wayyyy too much stuff with me. I basically managed to put everything in a place now, though, so maybe I will be able to maintain a clean living space. We will see.
The very first thing I did was to make my bed. My new bedding was waiting for me when I arrived, and I couldn't wait to get it on my bed. I just felt like once my bed was made, this would feel like my home. I have subsequently felt that way about getting my records put away, getting my posters up on the wall, getting my boxes out of the living room, getting my kitchen stuff unpacked, and most recently getting my bathroom stuff unpacked.
My parents called me a few hours later and I went over to their hotel to meet them for dinner. There was a wafflehouse in their hotel parking lot, so we went there (which I was not opposed to at all, yay for cheesy eggs!) and then I came home to keep working on my room. I was planning on going to a concert that night, but between driving through the downpours earlier, unpacking that afternoon, and the fact that it was still rainy and cloudy, I decided that I was just going to lay low and get some more unpacking done. I am pretty bummed that I didn't get to see ZZ Ward, though. I really dig her music.
I don't want this to get too long, so I will stop here for now. No worries, though, there is definitely more to come.
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