So I packed up what was left and drove to Chester with the rest of my life stuffed in my little Jetta. Poor thing, even I could feel the strain of what she may have thought to be cruel and unusual punishment. I'd already taken 3, 4, 5 loads of clothes down and on this last day I'd assumed there would be not much left. But the clothes kept coming like an endless assembly line. They kept coming, and I realized I had so much, so much I don't need...things I hadn't worn in ages....
