Moved out of state today, and the eight-and-a-half-hour drive was, in fact, a ten hour drive. I left at 7:45am, made precisely one (1) stop, for gas and to pee and to grab a soda, because the entire way my estimated arrival time of 4:22 (plenty of margin for safety, thought I, like a fool) kept ticking up and up and up. I got here at 5:45, all but sprinting into the leasing office before they closed for the day so I could pick up my keys and have somewhere for our cats to land, instead of having to spend the weekend in a hotel until the office reopened on Monday.
And somehow, my roommate still had a worse time than me.













