I was grateful to learn that our belongings would be the ONLY load on the truck (we knew that often they split loads in order to fill the truck. Even better news was that our driver, who used his two sons and a grandson as his loading crew, will drive the whole route and his sons will also unload us in VA.
We had dinner at John and Sue's on Wednesday night. They were the first to welcome us to "our" end of the street 26 years ago and brought us a much needed casserole for dinner when we were moving in after the house was completed, so it was appropriate that theirs was the last house we were invited to before leaving for VA.
We were exhausted after yet another night being up until 3AM, yet we still managed to go have a nice dinner out at the Mag with Paige and David last night. I knew the cleaning and final packing could wait; a visit with dear friends took precedence over getting an early start this AM.
This morning after the house was cleaned, a bottle of champagne left in the refrigerator, and all of the critters ready for the journey, I was on such an even keel that I was SURE that I wasn't going to cry.
But seconds before I got in the car, the tears welled up.
After little sniffling on Joe's shoulder, I climbed into Bernard since I was taking the first leg of "Noel duty" while Joe was following in the truck with the dogs and horses. .
.... A few more tears going down the driveway.... A few more going across the front of the property. And then I couldn't stand it anymore; by the time I reached Mr Grimmer's a half mile down the road, I had to pull over and sob. I was totally overcome.
I've only felt this way at funerals.... you know the feeling like your chest is about to explode or is being torn into pieces?
It was about 10 minutes before I had pulled myself together enough to drive. I gave myself an imaginary shake of the shoulders and told myself that I hadn't lost anyone. I still have the same wonderful four sons, husband and dear friends. All that I no longer have is the house. A wonderful house it's true, but a house all the same. My sons will still be my sons whether I've got that house to remind me of their childhoods or not. My friends are all still alive and well and able to be called and emailed. I'm still hoping that friends are constant fixtures in our new guest room.
It may take a while to feel familiar, but I know that my life will be full and rich in Virginia. Onward!
It's 11 pm and I need some sleep. We're staying at a "horse motel" in northern Alabama; a lovely place about 4 miles off the interstate. The horses have a safe, lush pasture (they could have had stalls but I chose to let them stretch their legs) while we're in the RV half of the trailer which is plugged into the clean and quiet barn. Joe, Biggs, Atta and Noel are much smarter than me and they are all fast asleep!
BTW little 15 year old tabby Noel who has never left the house except for occasional vet trips, is handling the upheaval like a trooper. There were only a couple of minutes of mewing in the car and she's made no protest about the collar and tag that I'm making her wear. Such a sweetheart!
Here's a photo from loading day.... Do you think Sarge may be telling Cloud that it seems like a rather large trailer for just the two of them!
Thanks to everyone who has called, emailed or commented..... I'll get back to you personally in a day or so...... What a week!