Cats in Cars

How much stuff exactly can you like, fit in a Mustang?

I don't really need to explain that people aren't buying Mustangs because of the spacious trunks and roomy back seats. I mean, the cool factor alone is enough to make up for the lack of overall cargo space, amiright? So when I decided to do this move, it was stressful for me to not only decide what I needed to take for the first month, but also to figure out what I could actually fit in my car.

Very luckily, when my parents and I started loading everything up, we were pleasantly surprised by how well things were fitting into my little black coupe, and I ended up not having to make any tough decisions about what to take and what to leave behind... Yes, all these shoes are completely necessary!

I'm quite pleased to provide the following list of what actually made the trip with me: 

1 27" iMac in its original box
5 pairs of shoes (my feet are big, my shoes are even bigger, the struggle is real)
1 trashbag full of sweatshirts
1 trashbag full of sweaters
1 giant IKEA bag full of clean laundry (my mom made sure I didn't leave with any dirty clothes)
About 20 shirts on hangers
1 Macbook Pro and bag
A duffle bag full of socks
1 small box of miscellaneous essentials (including my iron -- gotta stay pressed!)
7 pairs of jeans
1 small window fan
1 large tote bag of toiletries 
10 bottles of water
1 duffle bag to fly home with
1 scratching post
1 litter box
Bag of litter
Container of cat food
and...

THIS GUY.

My little sweet pea did so well on the trip... For the most part, he stayed curled up on his blanket in the passenger seat, looking over at me every few seconds to make sure I was still there. Sometimes I sang to him; sometimes he sang to me. After about three and a half hours, he got particularly vocal, and I was worried he had to use the litter box, so we stopped at a gas station and it turns out he was only starving, so he chowed down while mom filled the tank up. 

Harley wasn't just my co-pilot for the road trip; he's my tiny wingman for this whole adventure (whether he wanted to be or not). With him along for the ride, I don't feel like I'm doing anything alone, and no matter who might enter or leave my life while I'm out here, he'll always be the one who comes running when I open the door to our place, wherever that might end up being for us.