I just awoke in a newer house in Gooding a small farming committee in Southern Idaho. This is my new home. Spokane is a distant memory now.
We will return but less and less frequently. The move itself was arduous, frustrating and long. I wanted to leave early. Well, earlier than when everyone else were willing or ready. The moving van still wasn’t loaded by yesterday morning when my wife and woke up in a cheap motel room.
Neither one of us felt like sleeping on a bare floor, we picked a motel room adjacent to North Division, a major street with busy traffic.
But I digress.
We arrived back at the house and met my stepdaughter, her fiancé and two children, plus Bob the driver for the U=Haul van we rented.
We spent another two hours finishing the packing on 26 foot-long moving van. Then, we were finally off to Southern Idaho.
The drive was thankfully uneventful. There were still your occasional idiots on the interstate who shouldn’t be allowed on the road. That is a given.
It was an eleven hour drive, but because of the time zone change was twelve total when we arrived.
Now we move in to my mother in law and unpack, turning her home into ours.