February 21, 2011 by 8junebugs
Well. It’s really not. That’s from Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life,” which is a moving but otherwise completely un-self-aware choice for my theme song. My heart isn’t like an open highway. It’s more like a quiet, settled cul de sac where everyone grows their own basil.
Y’all, I don’t even like to drive. But I have to get me and mah stuff to California somehow.
I would so love to hire movers to do the dirty work again. When I moved in 2008, I hired these guys to cart my stuff less than a quarter of a mile. It cost more than the divorce that prompted it and it was WORTH. EVERY. PENNY. I swore that, much like Dealing With My Toenails, moving was something I would never go DIY on again.
Also? I’ve already packed a truck and driven across the country. By the time I got to Vermont I was perfectly happy to hand my uncle the keys and let him back that 16-footer-plus-the-tow-dolly down my mother’s ridiculous driveway. (In 1999, Penske trucks didn’t even have CD players. If this is still the case, I will consider if strong evidence that God neither loves us nor wants us to be happy.)
Movers cost a lot more pennies when you’re moving more than a quarter of a mile away, though, and I’m doing this without a relocation package. So! Between real movers and the Penske + Me option is PODS…or, in my case, a competitor. I will pack and I will load, but I will not, ever again (I hope), drive a truck over any mountains during a time of year when snow isn’t out of the question.
My boss recommends taking the southerly route, which I haven’t done before. Last time, I just got on 80 east and turned left at Pennsylvania. He’s quite sure that it should be beautiful this time of year. (More in another post about how awesome work people have been about this departure.)
Anyway. It’s just me, the Honda (which has just had its annual more-expensive-than-expected service), AND KIDBROTHER. The kid asked if we could do the road trip together! Because it would be totally cool to spend your 29th birthday moving your sister a whole country away from you!
And it will be, but as the eldest I reserve the right to flipcam his passenger-seat snoring and put it on YouTube.
Departure date: Friday, March 18
Expected arrival date: Tuesday, March 22
(he wants to drive straight through)
(because he is young and cocky)
(and I might have said, “PUNCH IT, CHEWY!” when I told him how long it would take)
(KidBrother’s return to upstate NY: Friday, March 25)