Roadtrip- Part I

From the initial planning of my big move to New York, I knew it would be an adventure filled with plenty of memorable stories. After all we were driving through 8 states, in 2 1/2 days. So it should not have been so surprising that when I went last Wednesday night to pick up the reserved truck, I was told they didn't have the size I wanted. I had reserved a 10' truck. Instead, they wanted to give me a 16' truck at the 10' rate. I told them, "No. I don't want a 16' truck. I want a 10' truck. I have to drive into New York City, and I don't want to be driving a 16' truck. I don't need a truck that big. I don't want a truck that big." The guy was not prepared for me to refuse the bigger truck. Apparently most people are happy to get a bigger truck at the cheaper rate. I am not most people. I am a 5' girl moving to NYC. I was already nervous about the drive. I didn't want the bigger truck.
So I left that night without a truck. The plans of loading the truck were quickly abandoned. I went to meet my friends for my last night in town, hoping the distraction would keep me from worrying about how I was going to get my stuff to New York. The next morning I woke up early and still worrying. I called the truck company at 8am and asked if they were going to be able to get me the mini-mover. The guy said he would need at least a few hours to find one, then he would probably have to go pick it up. I called back at 12:30 and asked the girl who answered if they had found my truck. I was told not yet. I told her, "Well, I will be there at 3pm to pick up the truck. I'm hoping you will have the size I want. If not, I will take what I can get." After all, I had to have a truck to make my move to the big City.
I arrived at the truck stop shortly after 3pm. I might have done a little dance when I saw my mini-mover waiting for me. After signing all the paperwork, I was on my way. I was a little nervous as I drove it home, but my confidence grew as I successfully backed it into the driveway without taking out my parents' mailbox. My sister's boyfriend and one of my best blonde friends helped me get everything loaded up in the truck. After refusing the bigger truck, I briefly panicked that all my stuff wouldn't fit. But it was perfectly packed with room to spare.
Once my sister was home from work, I made her say a quick good-bye to her boyfriend, then we were on our way. We had only driven 20 minutes before our first stop. I wanted Chick-Fil-A for dinner since it doesn't exist in the North. That night we drove from Dallas to Little Rock, and after several bathroom stops, we finally got to our cousin's house shortly before midnight. After the initial drama of the truck rental, part 1 of the roadtrip was a success. 2 states down, 6 more to go.