Back at the end of August, I loaded this sucker up with everything we owned.
Well, almost everything we owned.
After we finished emptying the house, my brother-in-law and I went to the storage unit I was renting and started loading up the remainder of my family’s belongings. And it almost fit. Almost. (As I recall, the word “motherfucker” was the most family-friendly thing that escaped my lips at the time.)
Last Friday, after spending a week visiting with my extended family in Massachusetts for the first time since becoming a Pennsylvania resident, I picked up the smallest rental truck I was able to get my hands on and emptied out the rest of the storage unit.
Turns out the smallest truck I could get my hands on was a 16-footer. After clearing out the storage unit, I still ended up with a smidgen of extra space.
Pretty sure I could have fit a couple more items on board.
Did I mention that I’m a neurotic control freak who greatly dislikes airline travel? Can’t stand the hassle. I’ll put up with it in order to go to faraway places … but Philly to Boston or vice versa? Fugghetaboutit. I’ll choose the drive every time.
My wife and the kids, however, don’t share that sentiment … which is why they were on board a plane somewhere up in that beautiful sky shown above, which I photographed with my iPhone as I happily pulled away from the toll both and onto Interstate 84.
About all that extra space on the truck? The upside was that there was plenty of room for our luggage … which cost almost a hundred bucks to check on our way up to Boston six days earlier.
I think from now on, my wife and the kids can fly, and I’ll drive roundtrip with bags.