I recently moved from Houston to Napa Valley, driving nearly 2000 miles solo (with three dogs in my backseat). It was challenging, but looking back, I wouldn’t have done anything differently.
I did have two offers for co-pilots, but frankly…as a pet-loving quilter with a lot of precious cargo, I responded to them, “Where the heck would I fit you in the car?”
A Quilter on the Move
What I refused to put on a moving truck, nor put in the temperature-controlled cargo of an airplane:
-1 thermofax machine
-An enormous suitcase containing my most precious quilts, some made by family, some purchased, one by me.
-Jewelry that had a lot of sentimental value
-A backpack with jeans, t-shirts, a toothbrush and other essentials.
For every night I was on the road (and no, I didn’t drive past sundown), I brought all of this cargo into the hotel room. It meant a lot of trips from car to room between pets, dog food, supplies, quilts, and docs.
The hours of driving each day–and being on guard while driving–were pretty exhausting for all of us…
But we saw some very interesting sights along the way, including this Exxon station in West Texas, where, understandably, while I filled the gas tank, I couldn’t let the dogs out to relieve themselves:
We encountered a wreck on I-10, 90 miles east of El Paso. I would have been stuck in this for five hours (plus) while they righted this semi that had tipped over and blocked both lanes, but with the help of some empathetic truck drivers, I was directed onto the feeder, and again on my merry way.
After about 23 hours driving and two nights in hotels, I encountered this sign (below). Admittedly, seeing this was emotional, and I cried. It had been 26 years since I drove my own car in my home state.
The next day, after driving up I-5, I was on my property in Napa and saw these pink little flags whipping in the wind. They mark the art barn for Crafting a Life.
I cried again.
The next morning, I woke to this greeting.
And I cried. Again.
I found this cluster of lemons on a tree on my property.
You’ll be happy to know, I didn’t cry. (I just plucked ’em.)
Later, Clarence discovered his first hot air balloon and…he cried. (Video can be found on my Instagram feed.)
And I let the dogs out to run run run. And we all cried…tears of sheer joy and gratitude.
Great news! I’m done crying. And better yet…I’m almost done unpacking! And soon ready to get busy and on with the Next Big Life and Business Adventure, here in Napa Valley.
We made it.
Cheers all around,