Collecting my personal belongings took half an hour at the most, and that only because my aunt insisted that I take my albums with the herbarium. Caught up in my lies, I argued for a long time, and my aunt insisted that they would be a memorable piece of this place. And I couldn't tell her that I couldn't take them on the bus to Maryland and I'd have to leave them in Reed's car. My aunt did not stop there, she moved down from my room to collect things for my adult life. 

I stayed in the room to discreetly look at the bus schedule and build a route. ...