Nothing is easy at Stringtown Rising, and of course, moving was no exception. I lucked out in that there were a number of dry days in November. I started packing weeks ago. Worried about weather–mud, snow, ice–I began moving boxes to the old farmhouse (here, I mean the old farmhouse on my cousin’s farm) because it’s on a hard road. I thought, if the weather turned, it would be easier to haul boxes from there than to have to go back to Stringtown Rising. I wanted the big moving day with the truck to be mostly about the furniture, not a bunch of boxes, to make the day more efficient. I can haul boxes in my Explorer, I don’t need a big moving truck and a bunch of people for that. I got the keys last Friday and started moving my boxes from the old farmhouse to the new farm. Saturday, I moved the animals. Saturday and Sunday, I moved more boxes and got almost all of my boxes that I’d stored at the old farmhouse moved to the new farm.
Monday, it rained. OF COURSE. The river was rising, but thanks to so many dry days ahead of that, the driveway was a little slippery but still doable.
The big moving truck waited at the bottom of the driveway.
Every single thing that went on the moving truck went down the driveway first in the back of pickup trucks.
It was the most stressful day of my life, let me tell you. At the bottom, each load was moved onto the moving truck. It was a whole lot easier unloading the truck at Sassafras Farm where it was driven up the short (and not steep!) driveway right to the back door.
Get ready for me to constantly exclaim over how much easier everything is here. I’m going to be overcome with wonder and awe for awhile.
The moving truck arrived across Rocky Branch, our dirt-rock road, but it was a huge truck, and sat pretty high, so despite the fact that the river was rising, after loading it left across the ford rather than bounce my furniture over our dirt-rock road to go out the other way. Jerry, who picked up the moving truck for me and drove it, made a neat video. Here it is:
THANK YOU, JERRY! And thank you to everyone else who helped me through this move in so many ways–my kids (plus Mariah), Mark and Sheryl–who both helped every way they could and Sheryl for all those boxes from the hospital, their son, Madison, his girlfriend, Amanda, Sean and Sean–old friends of Ross’s from high school and the two workhorses who cheerfully carried more furniture than anyone else, Debbie (who helped me pack for weeks), Lonnie (who moved the cows, donkeys, sheep, and hay), Pete (from the forum), who set up the party at the new house and started serving up pizzas as soon as we arrived, and all of my friends who supported me and encouraged me and just listened. And thank you especially to all of you who were so understanding when I posted yesterday about this change. Thank you for waiting for it. I was actually really worried about posting about such a big change, and I appreciate so much your patience and support. Thank you.