This last weekend, Grandma Wood and I traveled to Carson City to empty my storage units. I flew in from Phoenix and grandma flew from Salt Lake, and we attacked three 5x10 foot units. We spent all day friday going through boxes and thinning items out. I am proud to say I made two trips to the thrift store, two trips to the dumpster, gave some items to the cubscouts to sell in their garage sale and gave three storage cabinets to friends. It was so much fun to see things that bring back so many memories; lots of the furniture in there was made by my dad and I loved seeing all the textile arts my mom created. Both my parents were such artists. There were a few surprises like an unfinished bolster that matches the cathedral window quilt and my mom's tatting shuttle collection that I've been searching for for two years.
I had reserved a 12-foot moving truck and the whole time we were wondering if everything would fit. Well I lucked out because when I went to go pick up the truck, they said there was some engine problems with the truck I'd reserved, so they gave me a brand new 16-ft truck for the same price. I was so relieved to know that everything would fit no problem.
With the help of my friend's dad, her 4-yr old son and the missionaries, we had the truck packed in half an hour. After a visit to my mom's grave to put some flowers on it for mother's day, we headed to Vegas.
The drive was, thankfully, uneventful. I had to do all the driving since grandma can't see, but she did her job by keeping me awake. I was a little concerned about driving something so large, but I didn't have any problems. I'm glad I got adjusted to its size before hitting the freeways in Vegas. I was also glad it was saturday that way we didn't have to deal with traffic.
After spending the night at my uncle's house in Vegas, we drove to phoenix. The worst part of that drive was having to battle a crosswind between Vegas and Kingman; it made my hands and arms a little tired from having to fight it. Once we reached my house, my uncle, aunt and cousin helped us unpack. We had it unloaded in an hour. We then used the truck to move the last of my stuff from the townhouse.
With the last load moved from the townhouse, it marked the first time all my belongings have been in the same place since I was 9-yrs old. I still haven't wrapped my head around that. All I can say is it feels good to not have to worry about paying the storage unit bill. We spent the last couple days unpacking boxes and getting furniture in place. Grandma has been such a help with everything and I'm glad she could see my house. When I get back off the Trail next week, I promise I will post some photos of my place now that it has the new paint and furniture in it.
Tomorrow I go on the Trail to do my first week as Ridgewalk. Everyone pray for me and especially for the bands as I try to figure out how to do this new position.
