Step 2. Gotta get to gettin'... Once the decision was made and the arguments rebutted, it was time to put things into motion. Thank God for my wonderful best friend who was ready and willing to provide me with a place to start over, it may be fourteen hours away from my family and WAY out of my comfort zone but at this point in my life it's the right place for me. If only moving was easy...
Here's the part where I would normally complain about how incredibly difficult it is to pack up your entire life in roughly 3 days (because it's pretty much impossible to do!) But since the rushed nature of my packing was due to the fact that the month of December was simply too awesome to waste time packing this year, I'll refrain. Anyway, after returning to work for three days at the end of the year I was left with 3 days before we were supposed to hit the road and an immense amount of all sorts of whatnot that needed to be sorted through and packed up for the big day...surprisingly I don't seem to have missed anything terribly important which is a pretty huge achievement for me!
On January 3rd at 9PM we hit the road! Daddy and Ali, my little sister, were leading the way with Elizabeth, the GPS, while Tater, my mostly dependable little car, and I brought up the rear. Even as we set out on our journey, my father was trying to convince me that it would be better if I stayed at home and pretty much at every subsequent rest stop he reiterated that it wasn't too late to turn back... I managed to maintain my composure and tell him each time that I was confident in my decision and that I would be able to make it on my own. I couldn't even be upset with him because despite his misgivings and the fact that he had openly told me from the very beginning that he didn't want me to go, he was willing to make the loooooonnnnnngg drive and help me leave the nest.
Fourteen hours, many energy drinks, even more potty breaks, and a very long night later we arrived in Oxford and commenced to waiting for Ashlee to arrive...we'd managed to beat her to the house by about half an hour! And I have to admit that although it was a grueling experience, it was also kinda fun and I was immensely proud of myself cause I'd made it. So after all the stress of packing and traveling, it was finally time to say goodbye to Ali and Dad and, in the words of my fellow large-bosomed gal Miss Dolly Parton, start paving my own road...
As I'm travelin' this new road I know it won't always be smooth but I'm ready to meet every challenge and make my own way...and hopefully write a pretty interesting story too!
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