That’s it. The boxes are filled, recorded on our inventory, numbered and sealed. We’re ready for the big day Friday…loading the truck. For 28 years I’ve never seen a moving truck that didn’t cause me a brief bit of anxiety. Whether it’s one by the side of the road loading someone else’s belongings, or we pass one on the highway. A moving truck just solicites an emotional reaction from me.
This time we’re leaving Alberta without Philip and Amanda. How we will miss them. Getting together for a weekend just isn’t possible when you’re 4000 km away.
Speaking of distance – we’ve got the route mapped out and we’re trying a different way to Southern Ontario this time. We’ve driven the northern route a couple of times. This time we’ll go under Lake Michigan crossing at Port Huron. But that’s a few days away yet.
Soon it’s time to load the moving truck!