“There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.”
From The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James
After three nights on temporary accommodations the day to move into my home for the next year was, almost, here. I had to move off campus into a hotel until I official moved into my house. After a brief breakfast I went with my recently made friends, Laura and Anni, to turn in our keys.
Somehow during my short stay in Rootes I had expanded my possessions without purchasing anything. Because of this growth I now needed three suitcases, two backpacks, and my purse. Thinking myself extremely clever I switched the heavy stuff from my carryon into the suitcase with four wheels and then I attached the two together. Great plan, except with two backpacks I still didn’t have enough hands.
Thankfully, as I stood outside my building waiting for Anni, Mo (the guy who helped me in the airport) happened to pass by. He looked at my pile of luggage and, even when I insisted I could move my possession on my own, hung around talking until I tried to transport my belongings; as I’m guessing he had already figured, I failed at my attempt to get everything together. Sweetly Mo took my two largest suitcases and dutifully followed me to the main reception building.