Transporting Belongings Across State Lines Gives Jathan and Heather the Moving Truck Blues
May 28, 2012 Leave a comment
Moving is hard. Just ask us! Even as prepared as we thought we were when we decided to transplant ourselves from Ohio to Texas, we never imagined that the task could be so daunting!
We love new adventures, and moving across country seemed like a good idea. But then it came time to pack, and suddenly we had to wonder what we were thinking.
Heather did an admirable job starting the process of deciding what to take with us while I got settled in my new job in Texas. It fell on her to pack the house, sort through more than a decade of stuff, give some things to Goodwill and sell others, all the while striving to make peace with the fact that she had to retire from her job at the library, say farewell to a lifetime of friends, and brace herself for the culture shock that would undoubtedly come with moving down south.
I had it easy. All I had to do was schedule the utilities shut offs, reserve the moving truck and tend to other last-minute details, all which I accomplished by picking up the phone or sending some emails. Or so I thought.
When my dad, niece and I drove back to Cincinnati to pick up Heather, we were about an hour outside the city when the moving company called me on my cell and said that we didn’t have a truck after all because of some mix up with the reservations. I did my best to keep my cool, but I was wigging out! I managed to keep it together though, and finally the dispatcher told me that we would have to drive to Wilmington to pick up a truck (an additional hour outside Cincy), then to Maineville (another half hour drive) to pick up our van transport.
The next day, Dad and I got up early to pick up everything, then we had to beat it back to our townhouse so the friends who volunteered to help us pack wouldn’t be kept waiting. God bless our friends! They worked tirelessly all day long, many until past 10 p.m. to get us all loaded up. One of our friends and neighbors, Cindy, let us spend the night so we wouldn’t have to stay at a hotel before we left the following morning.
At 6 a.m. however, Cindy knocked at our bedroom door and said the police were looking for us! Apparently, we had parked our truck in front of a business that was actually open on Memorial Day and they were going to tow us away. Thank goodness we got there in time, or we’d be starting our new life in Texas with just the clothes on our backs.
We finally hit the road, driving slowly from Ohio, through Kentucky and Tennessee, toward Arkansas and ultimately, Texas. The moving truck could only go 35 mph uphill, which was fun, but thankfully my dad had offered to drive that one. We rode instead in his huge pickup truck, which dwarfed Heather behind the wheel. If you’ve met her, you already know that at 4-foot 9-inches tall she is tiny, but apparently people who drove up behind us couldn’t even tell there was anyone driving the truck because you should have seen how they gawked at us as they passed. But Heather had a blast, waving to passersby, cruising down the freeway toward our new life. I just had to chuckle watching her drive that beast, because she reminded me of Edith Ann, the Lily Tomlin character that always sat in the huge chair. What a way to start the trip!