Her upcoming move has become reality to Stef. All of a sudden everything she does has real consequences. There’s more than deciding which pair of jeans makes the cut.
Nine boxes are being tracked while being trucked to California via FedEx (Thank you secretive California friend to whose home these boxes are headed… and who just found out there are nine).
Later today Stef’s car leaves (to his house too). An auto carrier will save us the trouble of driving across the snows of January.
A move like this isn’t one master stroke, but a series of smaller events. If you do it right all the pieces come together at your destination. It has to be coordinated like a ballet.
This is so exciting and so scary.
Stef will be far away. There are family and friends she can lean on… just not us.
She is moving where there is opportunity for her, even with California’s economy currently on life support.
When I left my family in 1968 and moved to Florida I was only excited–no apprehension. I was a naif. Stef is much more worldly and mature than I was. She’ll do fine.
Hope everything in this not-so-delicate dance arrives in sync, Geoff!
Actually, box 10 – the final box – is being shipped tomorrow! My fingers are crossed they’ll get there safely.
I made a move exactly like this from California to North Carolina back in 1989. That feeling of putting the car on the carrier… and of watching my earthly possessions get carted off (by UPS, not FedEx)… indescribable. It worked for me. It’ll work for Stef. I wish her all the best. California will be a GREAT experience for her!
But does she HAVE to take Roxie? sigh…
Trucking cars is a shaky business. It seems as many people are unhappy as there satisfied customers. Evidently it left on time, which is a very good start. Good luck on that, and let us know how it turned out.
The driver, an Asian man with limited English, was very thorough. He marked every tiny scratch on the invoice and shot loads of digital stills. I take that as a good sign. That much documentation protects us both.