Escape From Chicago

My move to Columbus from Chicago was a pretty slapdash operation - more like an escape than a move. It certainly felt that way. In one day my father rented a van, which he drove the 500 and some miles to my Chicago apartment, arriving late in the afternoon (preevening) ; With the help of my cousin who lives in the area, we loaded the van with all of my junk (some of which I was still frantically shoving into boxes) in a sort of real-life game of Tetris; I gave the apartment a good once-over with the vacuum cleaner and we hopped in the van, dropped the keys in my management's mailbox and hit the interstate. We pulled into the driveway at around 2:30 in the morning and had to unload everything right there so that we could return the van at 9 that morning and only pay for one day's use. I have to give props to my dad for his perseverance and ingenious packing skills.