Moot Thoughts & Musings

We arrived in Philly yesterday evening after a very hectic week.
We had planned to leave Tuesday, but it became clear fairly early on Monday that this was not going to happen, so we left last Wednesday, which means that one of our "rest days" was cut out. We had planned to drive a day, rest a day, drive a day, rest a day, drive a day.
Moving always takes way longer than one expects it will. We thought on Monday evening that we'd be done by Tuesday, and then on Tues morning by Wednesday morning. We locked the door for the final time on our apt at about 3 p.m. on Wednesday afternoon. Monday we got our storage unit and most stuff moved into, the next two days were spent running errands to close up our life in New Orleans, cleaning, packing stuff for the summer that would go into my car (we sold Chris's this week, too), and last minute storage runs.
Wednesday we left, mailing a package and dropping off library books on our way out (why is it that chapters of my life tend to close with the final library drop-off?). We drove to Chattanooga, arriving at about 1.30 am. I was so exhausted by then. I'm sorry I never sent out a meeting time to get together with Chatty folks. By that point, the schedule had gotten beyond our control, and I was just so tired I could barely think straight, much less get myself to an appointed time. I did stop into Greyfriar's to buy a couple pounds of coffee on our way of town. My good friend Sarah B. said she'd drop everything and meet me there whenever I showed up, so we had a nice halfhour's chat, and quite happily, Bob was walking by, so he came in to chat. Good to see some folks after all.
The next leg of our trip was to Roanoke, about 6 hrs from Chatty. We thought the leg from NOLA to Chatt. would be the hardest, but we must've still been going on adrenaline, because the leg to Roanoke was really tough. We were exhausted, and a second day in the car was driving my preggo body crazy. I was so thankful that we had Friday to rest in Roanoke. Both Chris's grandmothers live there, so we spent our time between and with them. It was wonderful and relaxing. If you could capture 1955 and preserve it in a little time capsule that would be C's grandmothers. We couldn't help but chuckle the whole time we were there.
Yesterday we drove to Philly. I always get a little thrill crossing the Mason-Dixon line on I81. Finally, back in the North where people talk to you straight. We celebrated by getting Starbucks on the Turnpike.

There's so much to think, to say. I'm really tired, but am thankful to have emerged from Crazy Week relatively unscathed. I see the Philly doctor for the second time tomorrow. I'm ready for this baby.