We packed our stuff into a U-Haul and then from a U-Haul to a Semi container. You should have seen how we packed this semi. Upon their suggestion, I had only reserved 5 feet out from the back wall of the container. Everything we owned had to fit in a space that was shorter than the length of a car! I've made a lot of moves in my life, but I'm quite astonished by this pack job. Everything is in perfect place and we didn't even have to build it up too high. Now I'll pray that it gets to Florida in one giant, interlocking piece.
Hopefully I'll take a photo before we unpack it next week.
I am so glad that I went this route, that I'm saving even more money on gas...
And that I'm not buying unnecessary gas, because now is the time for everyone to conserve. Not because of shortages, but to slap OPEC in the face.
Elise's car gets great mileage and my car doesn't exist, so I'm feeling pretty good about our enabling.
Then again, I've always been quick to say that gas in England is always more than double than America and they don't seem to mind. That maybe we're just spoiled.
We have Hummers and they have those miniature Smart Cars that I want so badly, even if they do look like they'll flatten in an accident.
Speaking of accidents--the details of the one Kelly and Jeremy were in last night are better left to them and their own blogs, but scary nonetheless. They are both okay; miraculously. I'm not a big believer in the miraculous, but holy shit.
They were less than five hours into their own sort of road trip and it's a stern reminder for my own, come Sunday. I haven't driven since Elise moved up here in December. Before that, I had not driven in over a year. Thankfully and most definitely because of my recently dry driving record, I'll drive like an old lady. Slow and safe. Though, scratch the old lady thing, because I want to put an emphasis on safe.
Tomorrow is our Farewell Connecticut tour with Corinne and then Sunday we're gone. I'm sure I'll have a few photo essays on this blog after I get my computer back up and running.
We're in Florida Tuesday night. I'm sure I'll post something from some computer, sometime next week.
Ribcage is set to post a story automatically this upcoming Wednesday. For once a story will appear before the sun goes down! Heck, before it even comes up.
We're moving into our apartment Friday evening. Right now, it looks like we have no one to help and it's on the third story. If you're free next Friday for an hour or two at 5:30 and you're in Florida and I know who you are: call my cell... or Elise's cell... or email me and I'll check it when I get to Florida.
I'll buy you dinner, you know?
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