Day 3: so that whole thing about the truck being too big was true but we might have wanted one a little bigger than the one we got. Also true is that its possible that my wife has a challenger for Tetris queen. What I saw happen this morning with the last of my sisters stuff getting fitted into the truck was pretty amazing. There was some desperate unpacking and repacking right there at the end but the fact is that everything made it in and there is room for our luggage.
Epic is the word. That was some epic level packing!
We celebrated success with a visit to the Botanical Garden.
That orange spot is a bold little butterfly tasting the flowers.
The weather threatened thunderstorms but never caught us out in the open. We had a walk in a beautiful place and good food before heading into downtown Huntsville for some more sight seeing.
My sister calls this the egg beater church 🙂
We puttered about and then took a short stroll at the downtown park where I found a painted rock.
The hashtag is #rocketcityrocks
Is was cool to find and we will relocate it to somewhere on our route back to Washington.
Tonight and tomorrow are given over to visiting with family. And adorable family it is! Grand Niece and Grand Nephew are in the house.
Day 1: The sounds of soft southern drawls surround me. I’m on the last leg of a flight into Nashville. Ever so polite older white people have filled the plane. They are travelling to Nashville for a wedding. I predict there will be an exhausted but stunningly happy bride somewhere this weekend hugging her Aunt Barbara.
Me on a plane is always kind of a crap shoot. As a tall lady of size I don’t fit in the seats well and encroach on my neighbors seat territory. Luckily for two of the three legs of the flight my sister and I had a row to ourselves. Me on the isle and her on the window. One leg of the flight she gallantly took the middle seat next to me since every seat was full on the plane. Happily she is a petit person so our shoulders weren’t fighting for space. Now leg space, that no one is happy with. But I wasn’t as bad off as some of the tall gentlemen I saw around us. Airlines you suck.
We got to Nashville at almost midnight. A wall of humid air mugged us as soon as we got off the plane. Whew it has been a while since I’ve been in air this seamy.
Day 2: oh yeah I remember this. 95 degrees and all the humidity in the world. Bugs the size of small cars. Then there are the cotton fields.
My sister is great. She pulled into the grass of a two lane road so we could get this picture.
We are here to pick up the last of my sister’s stuff from storage then drive it up to Washington. Her new job is going well and its time for her to make a new life in the Pacific Northwest. It’s hard though, her life and home had been here for so long that this trip has been quite emotional.
Up almost early we struck out from Nashville, TN and headed to Huntsville, Alabama. It’s a quick two hour drive but I’d forgotten how many bugs would be committing suicide on our windshield. I don’t think I’ll be complaining about the Pacific Northwest’s bugs ever again.
Once in Huntsville we took a quick tour of my sisters previous neighborhood and saw her old house which I’d never had the pleasure of seeing before. Then we were on to pick up the moving truck and head to the storage unit. We started out with a big diesel 26′ truck but once we opened the storage unit we decided that it would be way too big. The size of the well packed unit had grown in my sisters mind over the last 9 months.
The gentleman at Budget truck rental was happy to help out and got us a smaller truck without any fuss. The truck and storage unit now being of comparable size we started loading. Unfortunately it was now 1pm
Note to those playing the home game, Fuck it was hot! Hot enough that we worked for about hour and a half and had to stop. Neither one of us is used to this climate anymore and I was unwilling for either of us to end up with heat exhaustion. So off to cool down and run another errand that comes with moving cross country then back to the unit for another hour or so of work in the heat before we called it for the day. While we could have finished yesterday evening with maybe another hours work we decided to wait for Friday mornings mid 70s temps to get the last bit.
Instead we did what you would expect. Parked the Budget truck for the night and went out sight seeing and Ax throwing.
Huntsville has a lot of historic beautiful homes to look at. And downtown is pretty vibrant with restaurants and bars. Then there was the Ax throwing club. Think of it like bowling only with axes. You rent a lane with target and axes to throw for and hour and with some provided instruction you get to try and destroy some wood with a deadly weapon for an hour. What a great way to relieve stress!
Getting the axe to stick takes a little practice. Getting it to stick where you want it to on the target takes skill. We were managing to get it to stick maybe 1 out of 5 times it. We quit after about 30 minutes which wasn’t surprising since moving heavy things in the heat had sapped us.
Tomorrow we finish loading then more sight seeing, visiting with family, moving errands and saying goodbye to a town that had been my sisters home for more that 20 years.
There are times I wonder about the decisions I make. Fairly often I go with what my gut tells me would be great fun. The less time between that decision and the action of follow through the better because when I have time to reconsider I have a tendency to worry or over plan or just plain over think all of the reasons my choice was a dumb idea. The farther out the time between the decision and the action the worse it gets.
Right now I am seriously rethinking my decision to go on a road trip with my sister. Oh not to the point of not going. That bell has been rung, tickets have been bought, plans made and what not, no backing out now. But my brain is telling me about all the things that could go wrong. Flood, fire, earthquake, nuclear war ya know just the common problems that plague a lot of road trips. *sigh*
The fact that we are flying to our starting location complicates the carry of my usual paranoia reducing talisman of good a multi-tool/pocket knife since I am trying to not have checked luggage. I’ll deal mostly because I am not big on the idea of lost luggage more than I am on the idea of not having my EDC lump with me.
Admittedly I considered restarting my Prozac for this trip since my sister and I have had a… well… a strained relationship for years that has just recently begun to heal. However I am doing well. I am stabil. She and I are doing well. There is no reason to think we are going to degenerate into some form of interaction that would require me to either have an alibi or take a greyhound bus home and let her figure out how to drive back by herself. OK, so maybe there is a couple of reasons but none that are terribly likely. Just the fact that we are about to spend 4 or 5 days driving across the United States, alone, together in the cab of a moving van doesn’t mean anything uhm, volatile, will happen right? Right? Anyone? Anyone?
Really this is literally just my anxiety talking, I know. I think that I am a pretty chill person most of the time. I like the adventure of traveling by car or in this case moving truck brings. Road tripping is something I like to do even if I dont get to do it often. You get to have far ranging conversations with your traveling companion and see amazing things together that make for a great bonding experience. I’m gonna keep telling myself this as I pack for my flight out on Wednesday. It’s gonna be fine!
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