'Twas a dark and stormy day... the day I left my boat.

Okay, fine... it was actually really pretty and sunny. But it was dark and stormy in my heart, which deserves ample attention. As I emptied out every last nook and cranny, I realized that the boat was actually beginning to echo. Pretty sad.I even have a massive bruise on my right arm to remind me of my boat. As I moved out my last few items, I almost dropped a whole jug of milk inside of the boat. Frantically throwing my hands in through the door to catch it I whapped my elbow on the edge of the door. After a colorful word and a few deep breaths I continued to zip about the boat (the boat owner said he would be by at 10am... lies). By 11 am I had everything lined up outside of my car (still no boat owner).

{don't be fooled, my trunk and majority of my backseat were already full at this point in time}

There was some sailboat lesson thing happening at the dock across from ours, and I think I successfully won over everyone who would walk by me, my tiny car, and my pile of things laughing. Naysayers. They have no idea who they are messing with. I'm fairly sure I dominate at tetris, which of course also means I dominate at packing. Because packing a car/suitcase/box is kind of the same thing as playing tetris (maybe with the exception that your goods don't come in consistent shapes). Regardless, I managed to fill my car to the brim with everything from a shoes to a portable heater (your imagination can run rampid with the other items).So adieu my beloved boat! Or should I say 페어 웰, as I sail off to my next adventure in Seoul, South Korea!