The Move is over; the unpacking never ends.
The packing up of the old house went fast when there were many hands helping. My thanks will never be enough to show my friends how thankful I am. I picked up the truck on Saturday morning and had it packed 9 hours later (there were a few odds and ends that were added the next morning.)
Sarah’s dad got us a hotel Saturday night since we didn’t have anything to sleep on after packing the truck full. Thank you Jon.
Sunday evening we set out on the nine hour drive split by a short rest to sleep. The 26 foot truck topped out at 70 mph. That was as long as the road was flat and the wind wasn’t blowing in my direction. Reagan rode with me most of the trip and he just loved being up so high. We took US 19 up to I10. Why didn’t I take 75? Well Google says it takes the same amount of time from my location, and because of that, having places to eat and pee for the little ones makes 19 better.
We drove until we reached Alabama and then sought out a hotel to rest for a few hours. There were roaches in the bathroom but the sheets smelled clean. I didn’t sleep well there either; not because of the bugs, but because I am taking five lives plus my own to another state full of people we don’t know to start a job (hopefully to retire from) and a new beginning. What if I made the wrong choice? What if we become homeless because of this wrong choice? What if the house we found turns out to be terrible? What if the neighborhood really sucks and my kids can never go outside? My stomach was turning all night and no amount of controlled breathing could fix it.
Monday morning we set out by eight am and enjoyed some Google map’s fails. Some of the roads almost seemed to take us in circles or just plain the wrong direction. After Montgomery we started in on the hilly roads and the speed of the fully loaded 26 foot started to plummet. 70 turned into 55 and as the hills got steeper the speed got slower. I used close to 175 gallons of diesel fuel for the whole trip. Yeah holy crap is what I said too. Where our temporary house is in Irondale I had to drive up very steep hills. The truck slowed to a whopping 15 mph even though I had the peddle all the way down. I did let off it to see if I was flooding the fuel injected monster. Yeah it was like hitting the breaks with both feet.
Hmmm it is late. I’m going to bed.
Michael Trump 