Well folks, day one of the road trip was BIG. I had this trip front loaded, which means we had about 800 miles to do in one day. It's a lot, but (I so carefully planned) we can get up early, there are two of us, and we can DO IT. I had enthusiasm up the ying yang. We did it. Oh we did it, but it was against a number of odds.
The moving trailer arrived as planned, and we had figured on about 3 days to move our stuff into it. I got the OK from our landlord to park it in front of the apt, blocking some driveways. All was good on the first day, we packed a bunch of stuff in there, and my brother came out to help, which really made a difference. That night, we went to bed tired and were woken up at 3am by rowdy people in the alley. Ah, I will not ever miss that stupid alley. I have complained about it before here, I'm sure.
Anyway, after listening to loud drunks threaten to shoot each other and proclaim they own many guns and are wearing kevlar vests, the cops came, we got to sleep probably around 4am only to be woken up at 6am because a cop was trying to get our trailer towed or ticketed (he wasn't sure, he said, jerkily). Someone in the neighborhood complained because it was a big trailer and I guess they are just horrible people with no lives. I mean, really? So in order to not get towed, we had to finish packing that day by 6pm. OMG! So we hurried up, packed haphazardly, and got it done in time for pickup, after which we had no bed, no TV, no nothing!
Throughout this process we grew to hate our belongings. We hated how much stuff we had (way too much), how bad we are at packing, and started the separation process. I don't expect my stuff to make it intact, at least not all of it. And I'm ok with it. I don't want to unpack it, but I'm not even going to think about it for a few days because I just don't have to.
After this intense pack festival, we realized that with no belongings, we have to leave the next morning on our road trip, one day early. Which meant we had to clean the apartment and say our goodbyes. It's been happening this way, our goodbyes rushed as time passes faster than expected. Oh well. I hate goodbyes anyway.
The morning of Day One arrives and we set sail later than expected because we were exhausted. Random stuff had to be thrown away because it couldn't fit in the car. Stevie, my cat, had to be drugged, which he was against, quite frankly. But he slept...eventually.
A late start, some traffic on the 40 (which is not like, highway traffic, but two lane road traffic), we got to Arizona and stopped in Flagstaff (weird), moved on quickly (we tried to spend as little money as possible there) and stopped for dinner in Gallup, New Mexico.
What can I say other than probably you shouldn't stop in Gallup. Weirdos on parade, random freaks trying to sell you shit like one cup of noodles package. And when you refuse, they accuse you of being too high class. Yeah, dude, I guess so. Also, you're stalking me in a Taco Bell parking lot. This stop should have taken 5 minutes and we were there for like an hour waiting for food. People in Gallup love to order 15 tacos at once! It's true.
So we ended up getting to Albuquerque at 11pm, way later than planned. We got the directions to a Super 8 that allows pets and followed the signs, but road weary as we were, we ended up checking into a different motel without realizing. I'm not even going to explain how horrible it was, but we were so tired we just went to sleep.
Day 2 to follow......zzzzzzzzzzz
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