If you’re here, there’s a really good chance that you know I’ve moved to Arizona. What many of you probably don’t know is the “adventure” I had getting down here. The gist of my plan was the buy a truck and a trailer to get all of my stuff down to Arizona because it would cost roughly the same as renting a truck. The other bonus would be that I would have a truck while I was down there already and won’t have to buy something right away. I could also turn around and sell both for roughly what I paid for them, so in the end, the moving expenses would kind of be a wash.
So, I sold my car, and bought both a truck and a trailer, and on Friday, I put all my stuff in both. Actually, that’s a bit of a simplification. More correctly, my parents, my sister and the friend of mine was planning to drive down with, Money, helped me pack all of my possessions in both the truck and the trailer. This was about a 4 hour ordeal, because as much as I thought I had all of my things packed up, there was still a lot of stuff that wasn’t packed. On top of that, the more we packed up, the more it became apparent that I had a LOT more than I thought I did.
Another part of the plan was to ride my motorcycle through a good chunk of the trip down. Of course, the more of my things we packed in to the trailer, the clearer it because that that wasn’t going to happen. In the end, we got everything in (a feat we were all sure wasn’t going to happen) with only a handful of extra stuff left behind.
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