Moving days. Yes days, not day. I have moved plenty of times in my life. My family moved from Michigan to Arizona when I was 7 years old. BIG move. But I was only 7 so really the only responsibility I had was to stay out of the way and enjoy the ride.
|Our truck and trailer|
|My Dad's truck and trailer and Our "Moving Van"|
Moving took a long time. A very long time. We have made the trek from Tucson to our hometown many, many times since we moved away. We always drive straight through no matter how many people tell us we are crazy for doing so. We always make it within 34-36 hours. We left Tucson about 11am on a Thursday morning. We arrived about 12am on Sunday morning. A very long 61 hours later. But we had mishaps, and we were all so very tired we stopped to sleep a couple of times. The big red moving van did NOT like hills and we had a tire blow out. But we made it!
The new place is awesome. Definitely needed some sprucing up and someone to love it again. We are working on all of that. Rooms have been built. Rooms have been painted. Things have been repaired. She kept us warm during the winter so she definitely earned a spot in our hearts. Spring and summer are going to be busy.
With a tree like this you can't help but love her.
Stay tuned for the next episode - this beautiful tree creates lots of work!