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We wanted to leave Tuesday morning. No matter how hard we worked or how much we packed we were just not ready.
To begin with we couldn't fit everything. We had to sort through our tubs and take out the things we couldn't bear to leave. Everything else got set on the curb for the neighbors and passers-by to pick through. Even though I was leaving those things behind, I hated watching strangers sift through them. Some people even came into the yard and eyed the things we were still sorting through. Vultures.
Tuesday night the landlord came to check out the house. We had almost everything packed and outside. Rusty, his friend, and I had been cleaning like crazy and the landlord gave us back $400 of our $500 deposit back.
We worked until about 2 a.m. packing the trailer. We still weren't ready to go in the morning.
We were up at the cracks of dawn the next day. I took the baby and went to the laundromat so Rusty could finish packing and sorting. Once home the final prep commenced. We carefully finished loading the trailer. We loaded all the essentials in the Explorer.
We were way overloaded. The trailer was heavy and things were loaded on the tongue. The car was packed to the point where the back doors couldn't be opened unless we wanted things to pop out. The roof cargo bin was at full capacity.
We backed the Explorer up to the trailer and hitched it up. We went to load the bike rack on the tail gate only to find that it wouldn't fit because of all the stuff on the trailer tongue. There was absolutely no room left anywhere else for our bikes so we strapped the bike rack to the back of the trailer. We looked like the Beverly Hillbillies.
It was late in the evening when we loaded up the dogs, cats, and baby. The sun had already gone down so I didn't get to take a last picture of us in front of the house. I was sad about that. It's the house we brought our baby home to. It's where we fell in love. This is a big move and I was feeling a little nostalgic.
I was excited too. I've waited my whole life to leave Tucson. I was upset about leaving my family. I was disappointed with them for refusing to say goodbye or meet my daughter. I was worried that I'll never make it back there and see them again.
There was nothing else to do but to look forward and hope for the best.
We were finally leaving.
