The Moving Mixup

We have moved all our items to either a secondary storage location or our warehouse in Elberton. This experience is quite surreal. It was, and still is sort of like a dream. I get to eat out for every meal of the day. Each night we stay in a hotel of some sort. I am realizing the full effects of the pandemic now. Traffic is at a bare minimum. There are no people about, and tourism has crashed.  This change has been replicated in my virtual stock simulation. I have had to make rapid changes to not go negative. Though, with this downfall, there will soon be a rise that I can capitalize on.  Anyway, there is nothing much to days anymore. I get up, brush my teeth, and head downstairs for the brown paper bag hotel breakfast. After a bunch of TV and cereal, we vacate the hotel by 11:00. I usually tag along with my parents to the workplace. It is actually quite fun. I got the opportunity to setup the laser that was recently purchased, as well as the software that went with it. Part of the bui

We are moving, or more accurately, are in the process of moving. Currently, our household is stuck in the precarious limbo between a livable home and a fully packed, barren rental. I am no stranger to the process of moving. In my twelve years, I have moved a total of seven times. The familiarity of all my belongings being segregated and packed into an army of Home Depot boxes is all too familiar. I thought that this move would be similar to my past experiences, barely out of the mundane, but boy was I wrong.  It was all going normally. From the bustling Atlanta, GA we were moving back down south to the college town of Athens, home town of the UGA Bulldogs. This town was a move back to the familiar, as I had spent just over eight years of my life in this quiet town. Other than the occasional home football game, things stayed pretty quiet. I digress.  The house we were planning to stay in had housed a group of college roommates that had recently graduated from their masters. The clothes