Getting ready for my road trip around America, I moved out of my apartment near Portland in late May and packed my entire life into 126 boxes.
After stuffing everything into this U-haul, I drove six hours north to my dad's house in Bellingham, unloaded it all, then drove back to Portland that night,
arriving home well past midnight. After an 18-hour day of moving (and driving) boxes, I was so tired on the way back from Bellingham
that I literally had to slap myself to stay awake. I was now officially "homeless" – and eager to start my trip.