It has officially been one month since I left Baltimore, MD for good and moved back to my home in Newark, NJ. Listen, when I say my three stuffed suitcases were still sitting in my closet untouched up until last night, I wish I was exaggerating. Fam, I didn’t even have the emotional capacity to deal with unpacking, I swear. I can count on two hands the number of moves I’ve partaken in and each and every single one of them have been terrible. But, baby! This final move was downright traumatizing. Let me tell y’all why.

So here’s some back story. I don’t know how to drive. My mother drives but the family car is on its last leg (or…wheel?) so she is v apprehensive about driving it for long distances. Additionally, I had ZERO friends willing and/or able to help me move across state lines. You see where I’m going here. So long story short, I ended up having to haul my belongings via a Boltbus! Fun times. Actually, it wasn’t that bad.

If you’re unfamiliar with Boltbus, it’s similar to a Greyhound bus or a Megabus. One of my favorite thing about riding the Boltbus is that they don’t weigh or check your luggage. This meant I could literally stuff my suitcases without worrying about paying a fee.Yay me! Another perk of riding Bolt is the member rewards program. Bolt members like myself get a free one-way ticket after completed 8 one-way trips! woop-woop. (I swear this is not an ad for Boltbus haha). So anyway, in the end, I was able to transport all my things in just two trips, the last trip being free 🙂 🙂

Now, on to the most stressful parts of this story. I HAD SO MUCH CRAP! Actually, that’s a lie. I had a reasonable amount of things considering I lived in that apartment for 3 years. But the reason I thought so was because I had to essentially fit EVERYTHING in just 5 suitcases (2 on my first trip home where I retrieved another suitcase so I had 3 on my final trip home). I ultimately sold every single item of furniture, including a printer, kitchen supplies, books, and most of the school supplies I had been hoarding (so hard to let go!). And in addition, I had underestimated just how much space bedding, winter clothes, and shoes took up in my suitcases. So I ended up selling and donating a lot (too many) of my clothes and shoes just to make everything fit.

The selling and donating process was such a mess smh. I ended up making about 4 donations each consisting of about 8 bags. *long heavy sigh* I still think about the items I had to part with :(.

I don’t even won’t to go into detail about the whole apartment cleaning process because I may actually start crying and not for the reason you think. I KNOW I did an EXCELLENT job cleaning that place. But I also know that I aint getting my dang security deposit back because that property management company is T-R-A-S-H. And I knew it from the beginning. Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t have even done any cleaning!

You know, after typing this post, my move didn’t actually seem that bad… Anyway, I’m hella dramatic so that explains a lot.