I moved from Chicago, where I had lived for 5 years, to Washington D.C. last week. I’m not an extravagant person, yet I was obliged to rent a moving truck to haul my assorted belongings from the shores of Lake Michigan to the banks of the Potomac. I completed this half-cross-country trip in two stages, stopping in Cincinnati, Ohio for a couple days before continuing on with the main push to D.C.
Though moving can be a real pain, I was actually excited about the trip itself. My father told me stories as a child of a cross-country car trip he took when he was finished with college, and so I was looking forward to having something of a cross-country trip of my own. I was excited to see this great country and I wasn’t at all phased by the thought of spending 8+ hours alone, driving a truck, with all of my worldly possessions riding behind me.
Of course, this truck, while newish and reliable (I used Penske, I highly recommend!), had no CD player or even tape player of any kind. And so my entertainment for the trip came solely from commercial radio.
It wasn't pretty. Hit the jump for some observations...
Cross posted at The Seminal
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