If You’re Going To Pack Your Whole Life Into 26 Feet . .
And move to a new state you might as well have a juicy story about the journey, right? Right! Well then, I have got some advice for you:
First – and if you’re not going to listen to me on this you might as well skip the rest – make sure to come down with the flu two days before launch day. Walk around your house in your ugliest bathrobe moaning, mislabel a few boxes, and then go sleep in the cul-de-sac one street over because your family is too embarrassed to have you in the house during showings.
Now, you’ll be right as rain by the big day. But if you’ve timed things right chances are that **just** as you are ready to strap the littles into their seats they will get the flu, too!
This, of course, is awful, and you will feel guilty for relishing the peace while they sleep all. day. long. Don’t feel too bad, though, because on the morning of Day 2 you’ll be calling the front desk and begging to dig through lost-and-found for some puke-free kids clothes. It’s the last thing you’ll be able to hear yourself say all day.
That fish smell in the backseat? It will haunt you for weeks I’m sure. But eventually you will arrive to your destination. In our case, HOME! Here are a few views of historic downtown Franklin . . .
And our new favorite restaurant, Joe Naturals Farm Store & Cafe. This is true farm to fork goodness, ya’ll!
Unfortunately, “home” is an elusive word right now. We’re staying two hours away at Gigi’s new place while we look for a place to call our own. On the out way there I snapped this pic while trying not to lose the Uhaul ahead. Unfortunately, when I looked up from putting away my camera the truck had disappeared!
Turns out he’d just pulled into a driveaway . . . the view I was obsessing over is my mom’s!
And the Mennonite cows who eat their breakfast three feet away from us, I suppose
No, this ain’t bad at all . . . .
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.
~ Martin Buber