This really seemed like an appropriate title for today’s post, even though I’m only moving 7 miles (ish!). Someone at work asked me the other day how many times I have moved, so I thought it would be a fun blog post.
August 1998 – Moved from Virginia to North Carolina for College!
December 1999 – Got Married, and moved to the San Diego area in California. (MCAS Miramar)
- while in California lived in 2 towns – Santee and Ramona. 10 foot moving truck used.
November 2001 – moved back to VA – 20 ft moving truck used. Dad driving the big yellow Penske truck.
February 2002 – moved to Beaufort, SC (MCAS Beaufort)
- while in Beaufort, lived in 2 different parts of town, Port Royal & in base housing on Laurel Bay
July 2005 – moved to Newnan, GA, outside of Atlanta 24 foot moving truck – 2 trips (again, big yellow Penske truck)
November 2012 – moved to Lexington, SC – 24 foot moving truck (two trips), mini van and a truck w/trailer. Dad driving the big yellow Penske truck.
and just 2 short years later, moving again to another house in Lexington where I hope to stay awhile! I love the fact I have gotten to live in so many places, but my kids are getting older and the thought of moving them again, moving schools honestly makes that “moving bug” go bu-bye! It was hard enough moving Katie here to SC part way through 6th grade.
Our moves have always been grand adventures for us. When we first got married, we had a little 10 foot Penske moving truck (Penske will become a theme, trust me). We had all our worldly possessions in it, and all our wedding gifts. When we moved in November 2001, Matt was already in VA, so it was just my mom, dad, Katie (6 months old) and me. The adventure there was seeing the country with my mom. My mom having to climb over the seat repeatedly to hang with my “doesn’t like the dark” baby girl. We also lost a very prized stuffed animal on the trip. Now that I am divorced, the last move of coming here to SC was as much moving on as it was moving locations.
Its neat to see the US along the way..although driving 12ish hours each day is also hell on your body. You see a lot of this…and alot of nothing. Corn fields, cow pastures and empty open roadway (photo borrowed from my brothers similar San Diego to east coast move).
Every move has also been an adventure because something random always happens. Moving to Atlanta, we moved during Hurricane Emily and on the way back to Beaufort for the 2nd load, the truck lost all power and they had to power brake it off to the side of the road. Then had to sit and wait for what our friend Stewart described as the creepiest tow truck driver ever. Moving from Atlanta here started with unhooking my washer and breaking a pipe in the wall (whoops!), and then on the trip back to Atlanta to get the 2nd load, the gas cap was stuck on and we had to get a police officer to bring a wrench to loosen it.
I love the adventure, but I want this move to be nice to me. I mean, its only 7 miles – right?