May 18, 2007
May 18, 2007
Moving is always a trying experience. The complexity of our move this time was softened by only having an apartment. We couldn’t physically collect that many new belongings. It also helped that we rented furniture for the winter. One call to the rental office and half the apartment was empty. Still the RV holds a surprisingly lot of stuff and it took quite a few trips to fill it back up. What was left, along with our car, went into a storage unit. Our third. I can’t say I am thrilled having possessions stored all over the country.
The worst part of this move is psychological. Our six months here in Tucson has been like an extended vacation in a resort. We don’t want to leave. If it wasn’t that the temperature here is starting to get above my comfort zone, Aimee might have succeeded in talking me into delaying our departure.
By early afternoon we have turned in our apartment keys, snapped shut the storage unit padlock and left Tucson in our RV. Our destination is California. We head west on I-10. Not wanting to deal with Phoenix rush hour we opt to take I-8 towards San Diego. By dinnertime we arrive in the border town of Yuma, AZ. From our guidebook we select an RV park and golf resort advertised as being on the Colorado River. It ends up being a mistake. It is a little creepy. Yuma is a major-league snowbird town. But at this time of the year, this RV park is like a ghost town and way off the highway. Well I guess we are rusty at picking good accommodations.
Moving is always a trying experience. The complexity of our move this time was softened by only having an apartment. We couldn’t physically collect that many new belongings. It also helped that we rented furniture for the winter. One call to the rental office and half the apartment was empty. Still the RV holds a surprisingly lot of stuff and it took quite a few trips to fill it back up. What was left, along with our car, went into a storage unit. Our third. I can’t say I am thrilled having possessions stored all over the country.
The worst part of this move is psychological. Our six months here in Tucson has been like an extended vacation in a resort. We don’t want to leave. If it wasn’t that the temperature here is starting to get above my comfort zone, Aimee might have succeeded in talking me into delaying our departure.
By early afternoon we have turned in our apartment keys, snapped shut the storage unit padlock and left Tucson in our RV. Our destination is California. We head west on I-10. Not wanting to deal with Phoenix rush hour we opt to take I-8 towards San Diego. By dinnertime we arrive in the border town of Yuma, AZ. From our guidebook we select an RV park and golf resort advertised as being on the Colorado River. It ends up being a mistake. It is a little creepy. Yuma is a major-league snowbird town. But at this time of the year, this RV park is like a ghost town and way off the highway. Well I guess we are rusty at picking good accommodations.
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