This move is insane, I don't know how people do it with children. Sometimes I think it may be easier with children. At least everywhere allows kids, unlike puppies. But in all reality, the first leg of this trip couldn't have gone any smoother. Maybe the packing, but at least the drive was wonderful.
Things started off a little rough when the Penske truck we rented broke down 2 blocks from where Ryan picked it up. After calling around to discover there were no 26' trucks in the area to use, we were running out of time and settled for a 22' and hoped that everything would fit. We don't have that much stuff, but we do have an 8' motorcycle. At least we had a truck, and we prayed everything would fit. Our moving crew (wonderful friends to whom we are so very grateful) packed the majority of our stuff into the truck in an hour - including the motorcycle. They were champs. Seriously, SO GRATEFUL. Ryan and I then had the random things in the house left that are just annoying. We thought it wouldn't be so bad and then before we knew it, it was dinner time and we hadn't really packed anything else. Time to panic, but not really. We were starving. And you can't pack anything on an empty stomach. So off we went to have our last chance at NC BBQ for the next 6 months with Mitch and Maile. Then it was crunch time. They sat in our living room in our camping chairs, helping with what they could, while we started just throwing everything into boxes which we labeled "Mystery." Won't those be just so much fun to open when it comes time? NOT.
Once everything was in boxes, they helped us to finally pack the last awkward items into the truck and called it a night at about 1:00 a.m. But we still weren't done. We had separated the clothes we were bringing but still hadn't packed them. So onward we went until 3:30 a.m. when we became delirious and we had to call it quits. A sheet was thrown down in the middle of the living room and there we slept until 6:00 when our cruel alarms went off for us to finish up the last little bit and hit the road. I miraculously powered through the day and we arrived first in Charlotte for a classmate's wedding (only after we took Ryno to a kennel and all with our 22' Penske moving truck towing our big ol' Jeep). We sadly had to leave early to pick Ryno up before they closed and we kept on driving and made it to Knoxville, TN which was our goal for the night.
The next day was Knoxville to Columbia, Mo, and then we made it to Omaha on day 3. The drive really was great. Our happy little family all got to be in the truck together, unlike the move to NC where Ryan and I drove separately. There was minimal construction and nothing but beautiful blue skies along the whole way. And the best part? No puking puppy. Ryno normally gets carsick but he held it together all three days. What a champ!
Speaking of champions, Ryan and our friends Tommy and Kyle unpacked the truck into our storage unit in TWO HOURS. I organized it as they hauled it in and it is good to go for the next year-ish. Two hours, what a blessing! We expected to be unpacking it for a whole day.
And now we're in Omaha, with a Jeep full of the next 3 months of our lives and we feel good. As we were driving to meet Ryan's sister for lunch today he said, "I'm finally happy again. This just feels like home." We were then both taken totally by surprise when we each got tears in our eyes. What a calming affirmation that this is where we are supposed to end up.
We're off to Buffalo Wild Wings tonight with friends and then the next stop? Pawnee City, NE for 5 days with 5 kids and temperatures above 100. Life is good. :)
P.S. It says that Ryan wrote this post, but I'm just on his computer, which has 29 minutes of battery left. Peace out.
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