The first phase of the move is complete. It had its fair share of hijinks. Mostly thanks to Job and the cats.

Maxine was a champ for our 11-hr drive. She didn’t cry once. Which is like two less times than me…

We got the truck on Friday. A 26 foot behemoth. We went with the nicer Penske over U-Haul. The truck ended up being brand new and oddly enough plated from Indiana.

We had the truck for a total of 4 days. So we loaded Friday and Saturday then left on Sunday AM.

Midday Friday, Job declared we were going to have “so much space we can return the car tow and just drive the Civic up into the back of the truck”. He was exaggerating of course, but he really believed my concerns about space were unfounded. He changed his tune on Saturday as the thing filled. And filled. And filled.

When all our worldly possessions did eventually fit (with the Civic, the Nissan and his folks car also packed), his proclamations changed to echo how well he had packed the truck. When we opened the truck to unpack after the trip, he marveled at how little had shifted – as a direct result of his top notch packing.

Now my folks garage is full of our stuff. And while I can’t find my shoes or Maxine’s pajamas, I can access the deer head with no problem.

We obviously have different markers for packing success.