Today marks a momentous occasion: For the first time in weeks, I have nothing to say about the packing of boxes. Hooray!
I have to admit, however, that the “oh yeah, throw that in the back wherever, I don’t need it” bag which Otto wedged into the trunk behind everything else did end up being the back into which I’d put my medication. WHOOPS. He was a very good sport about retrieving it for me when I pointed out that PROBABLY I could go without my estrogen without turning into a man for quite a while (and then my dad looked at his watch and said, “Probably not before 4 this afternoon, anyway”).
The cheesecake brownies from my favorite high school haunt have been purchased and set aside for the trip; the sushi has been consumed in copious quantities; the moving company has left me a lengthy voicemail apologizing for yesterday’s debacle but neglecting to sense the irony in reporting that oh, by the way, they don’t have a delivery date for me yet (that was promised to me by this morning); four people have popped up out of nowhere to respond to my Craigslist listings from last week now that everything is sold and gone.
In other words, we’re getting into the car tomorrow morning and getting out in Georgia tomorrow night, and things are going about the way you’d expect them to if you were me.
By this time tomorrow, we’ll be home.
Whooohoooo! Home.
Home. What a beautiful word. Home.
Home! Hooray!
Should we place our bets on when the movers show up? I’m guessing Friday night at 11:30.
I’ve been waiting to hear that since the Gee Flarmony debacles. Congratulations.
They say home is where you hang your hat. You didn’t by chance bring a hat did you? ‘Cause that would be handy.
Ah well, home is where the heart is. Oh wait, so technically, you’re already home, right?
Oh nevermind. It’s late. Have a safe trip Mr. & Mrs. Otto, I feel like I’m watching you crazy kids drive off into the sunset together – so sweet!
Have a safe and fun trip!
Oh, the movers. I so feel for you with the movers… Oy.
The year I moved cross-country twice (don’t ask… ;) ) I dealt with movers and their crazy-ass drivers and delivery people BOTH ways and I’m just SO sorry. Between them calling the wrong number to tell me they were delivering my stuff to yelling obscenities at my roommates (whom I’d known for about, oh, a week at that point), to leaving my stuff in storage for a WEEK before calling to ask when they could deliver. Your basic nightmare… I WILL NEVER MOVE AGAIN after those two experiences.
Glad to hear you’re so close to home and looking forward to hearing about your fabulous new life!
Wow, in some respects it seems to have gone so quick. Others so drawn out long and slow. She’s getting butterfly giddy at this point.
Home. how lovely. i bet you can’t wait to say, ‘honey, i’m home!’ i hope you’re still planning to make otto carry you over the threshold. just don’t let him bump your head on the door jam. it ruins the romance.
door jamb. damn.
Welcome to Georgia!
I just had to come out of the woodwork to tell you how entertaining this whole saga has been. I’m sorry it’s sucked but you’ve turned it into a very enjoyable read.
*back to lurking*
Welcome, welcome to Georgia! You wrote last night you should be there by tomorrow night which is technically tonight… so in a few hours you’ll be here! Can you tell I’m excited about you coming to Georgia? :-)
Your last sentence made me teary. HOME! After all these years you two will have a home together.
It’s like one of those Lifetime special movies ;-)
Did it dawn on you before now that there would have to be UNPACKING of the boxes? Because until you assured us that there would be no more talk of packing the boxes, I kinda failed to follow this whole thing along to its logical conclusion.
Home. Now I have the Simon and Garfunkel song running through my head. I am so glad for all of you.
Yeay for home. Have a safe trip!
Go back to that part about cheesecake brownies . . .
Home is calling you – have a great trip!
I’m taking a guess that the kids are with their father for a little while? You hadn’t talked about them, so I’m just assuming…
Have a safe trip!
“…we’ll be home.” Makes me all warm & fuzzy just reading it. I 2nd Becky – make sure he doesn’t hit your head on the door jamb. You don’t want to spend your first night home making a trip to the ER. I’m sure you can find something better to do than that.
Woot!
Hope your stuff finds you. Soon.
Yay, Mir! Almost there! Warm fuzzies here, too….thanks!
I’m just so happy for you I can hardly stand it. How is it that I can be this emotionally involved in someone’s life when I’ve never actually met you?
Must be some rilly good writing. :P
P.S. I agree that Otto still needs to carry you over the threshold!!!
HOME. Oh, that’s just a gorgeous word! Safe travels, pretty lady.
Home…what a loverly word. I just read the comment Chris left and thought, “Today, on a very special episode of Woulda Coulda Shoulda,…”
Yeah! Welcome home! Let the real honeymoon begin…finally it’s time to focus on Mr. and Mrs. Otto Lastname. And just think of it this way, you’ll be in Georgia with your family and you can stand grounded on your two feet as you take on the moving company!!!
Just click your heels together three times and say . . .
I am so very, very happy for you. That last sentence…perfect. Finally home together. Woohoooo!
Drive carefully! Welcome to Home to Georgia!
Happy moving – unpacking, not so much ;o)
Coming home is nice — no matter what you have to wade through to get there!
I have moved long distance twice (FL to PA to SC) and used ABF’s UPack service (www.upack.com) both times. It’s kind of a cross between full service and diy — they drop off the truck trailer, you have 3 days to load it — they come back and pick it up and deliver it to your desitnation — you have 3 days to unload and they come pick up the trailer. They were great to work with — as long as you can round up a few guys to help you load the heavy stuff, you’re good to go. (Of course, I am a control freak who has to pack all our stuff myself anyway…)
Happy Georgia homecoming!
Dude! Your dad cracks me up! Have a safe trip, y’all.
Welcome home.