As of Saturday around 1pm, we were officially moved in to our new home in SC. We would've been here about 90 minutes earlier if a certain not-so-bright doctor of mathematics didn't LOCK THE UHAUL KEYS in the truck.
Oh... but no problem right? Just call triple A... oh but wait, AAA can't find a locksmith associated with them near our location because we're in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, NC.
Okay... relax... just call a nonaffiliated locksmith, and AAA will reimburse you up to $100... oh but wait, this MIDDLE OF NOWHERE town in North Carolina happens to be hosting a LOCKSMITH CONVENTION today, and so just about every locksmith who could help is at the convention (I promise... I'm not making this up). The feeling of sipping on that proverbial last straw was getting stronger by the minute, and my sleep deprivation and general fatigue was starting to tilt the sanity meter towards the nervous breakdown category. I guess the hustle and bustle of moving combined with driving 20 hours in the last 36 was slowly catching up with me.
Anyhow, in the end Venesa had enough composure for us both and found a locksmith who got us back on our way. Granted, we're up to our eyeballs in boxes (quite literally, actually) and so it'll be a while before we feel truly settled. But to have the bulk of this move behind us, not to mention being together again (that weekend visitation thing had gotten old really fast) is feeling pretty priceless right now.
Speaking of price: Uhaul truck. BP station. Read it and weep.
And that was less than half a tank.That's just plan monstrous. Here's to keeping receipts for moving expense reimbursements. Cheers.
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