I got the bright idea a few years ago to move from the East Coast back to my home state of Michigan. I had already experienced the Frankenmover scenario with cross country relocation using professionals and decided I would do it myself, or more accurately, my boyfriend and kids would do it for me! I somehow got the new boss to agree to pay for the whole fiasco and assured HR that doing it “myself” would save tons of money. Estimates from the pros were really instrumental in enforcing that notion. Long hours of Internet research turned up the startling fact that when one factors in the mileage, U Haul is actually more expensive than Penske. Add to that the fact Penske offers diesel trucks and the savings get huge! I went ahead and signed us (the lucky boy friend and me) up for our own “moving adventure” with a twenty five foot Penske truck to haul all my worldly goods from the southern Delmarva peninsula to Michigan’s thumb area. I was stoked! The kids were informed that yes, once again, they were allowed no vote. There is no such thing as familial democracy, who cares if they’re old enough to vote in real life, their Mom needed muscles! A few sugar-loaded lattes later and the truck, all twenty-five feet of it, was packed! I thought the whole thing went remarkably well, and after all, I should know, I was directing this whole effort! The best part was hitting the road. It took us a while to figure out that the truck weigh stations applied to us, but by that time we were almost to Michigan. The boy friend truthfully enjoyed this part and so did I, all except for the “truck driving songs” he insisted on singing while he was behind the wheel. I got really good at driving a big diesel truck in blessed silence while he rested up for the unloading. It took two days to drive all the way to Millington, Michigan. Our first fuel stop was pretty educational. I had no idea the “Real” trucks had two gas tanks and that the stations are set up to fuel the “off” side tank first. This was exquisitely frustrating for us and the truck stop clerk until a friendly truck driver (the “real” variety) let me in on his industry’s best kept secret. After that there wasn’t nothin’ stoppin’ us! (Okay, so the boy friend wasn’t the only one singing truck songs). My nephews agreed to unload on the Michigan end for a contribution to their college fund and all my beloved books (vast boxes of them!), antiques and glassware arrived in one piece, on time and nothing missing or stolen. The truck was dropped off locally (I had to scrub a tear away, it was a fun darn thing!) The boy friend went home to rest the hernia and I settled in, for a few months anyway. Did I ever tell the boyfriend and kids how much I wanted to move to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan? Category:Home › Other • Pomegranates: A newly discovered superfood • Where did the joke why did the chicken cross the road come from and why is it funny? • Can mothers diagnosed with bipolar disorder make good parents? • Spiritual evolution of human consciousness • Tips for getting a college basketball scholarship • Living with Pseudotumor cerebri (PTC) • Caring for the caregiver • Technologys impact on society
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