I had made arrangements to continue working for the company I was working for on a contract basis. I am a graphic designer so that was going to work well, but my husband was quitting his job of fourteen years.
This journey we were on is one that we had talked about and dreamed of ever since my husband and I came together, but the timeline changed due to me getting fired in January 2013, so when the day came for him to quit my husband “fired the company” he was working for, for what they had done to us, because you know “it is just business”. (We were both working at the same company when I got fired.)
Those last few days we were trying to get all the loose ends wrapped up and finish the packing. We were getting really tired and bogged down. However, we had one friend come a couple days to help us load the truck and then on Friday afternoon, after we closed on the house, some dear friends came to help finish loadthe truck. This guy was a packing machine. We all worked until after midnight and then they came back the next morning and helped us finish. At first we thought we were going to have to come back for another load, but he managed to get everything in the truck, the car and the back of the pickup, leaving room for the driver of the truck, the pickup and a place for the dog.
We pulled out of the driveway at 7:15 pm Saturday, August 16, 2014 closing the door on one chapter of our lives and opening the door to another. Technically we had closed on one home and weren’t completely sure as to when we were going to close on our next home.
We went to bed sometime after 1:00 am Friday night, after we aired up our camping air mattress, since our bed was on the truck already. We were exhausted, but up bright and early to finish the race that had been set before us. Our dear friends came back again before lunch to help. We stopped somewhere mid-afternoon for a to-go meal from Greazy Steves. Hubby and I also took a quick shower because we didn’t know when we would be able to take another one, it also helped us get our second wind. The packing was done, the house was clean, we took final pictures, shared a last good-bye and hugs and pulled out of the driveway. Yes we were exhausted, but the adrenaline was pumping, we were on our way.
We drove on and on into the night. I was driving the truck with the car on a trailer and my husband was driving the loaded pickup with the dog as his companion. We had our phones, but we also had purchased radios to communicate with because on part of this journey there was absolutely no phone signal. Most of the way I took the lead with (hubby) running interference and keeping eyes on the traffic. We left the turnpike around 1ish in the morning and headed east on a two lane highway and that is when the tiredness set in. About twenty miles outside of Broken Bow, Oklahoma I started to lose it, so I called on the radio. “Talk to me so we can make it to the next town.” We talked back and forth on the radios for the next 20 miles. Thankfully there was a Walmart parking lot in Broken Bow. We pulled over to the side of the parking lot near McDonalds shut things off and I pulled a couple of pillows out of a bag that was in the cab of the truck, leaned against the door, propped my legs up on the stuff that was in the passenger seat and crashed at exactly 3:00 am. Come to find out later that Mitch (hubby) was so glad I was ready to stop, but he didn’t really sleep because of the dog and keeping watch for our safety. I woke up at 6:00 am and went next door to McDonalds to get us something to eat. (Please don’t say anything, I never eat at McDonalds, but in dire situations you do what you have to do.) We only had about another hour to hour and a half to drive, but we had not been capable of going one mile further.
We pulled into our new town around 8:30 am. We had to find our friends that had come down from Oklahoma to help us unload, find our storage unit and meet up with family, another long day.
We got everything unloaded, it took two storage units to hold it all, but since we weren’t moving into the house for at least two weeks or more everything but our camping gear was going into storage. Our friends were headed back to Oklahoma after we got through unloading so we had to keep pushing. Once they hit the road we went out to the lake and set up our camp. Our tent was to be our home for the next three weeks.
Through all the steps we had to take, selling the house, quitting our jobs, packing, moving, being homeless and finally getting moved into our house, we had peace that we were on the right path. However, it is never easy starting over in a new location even if you are on the right track.