rustypants speaks

we’re in cincy finally loading the house into a truck and moving it all to pensacola. this is what i’ve noted:

• i’m too old for this drive all day thing
• packing = sucks
• family = awesome
• friends = way cool
• when you think you’ve got most everything packed and ready, you don’t.
• where the hell did all this stuff come from? and what were we thinking??
• dolby is a good sport but today during a stretch break, he sniffed around and began his devil-dog routine of rolling around on the ground and rolled right into some other dog’s poop. 4 hours from cincinnati. the car. smelled. like. shit.
• sadness is not the prevalent feeling as much as i thought it would be. relief. happiness. some melancholy. dreaming of the future.
• not having any indian restaurants in p-cola bites in a huge way. we got indian tonight from krishna carryout in clifton and it was wonderful.
• 26′ trucks are freaking HUGE. what was i thinking?? why didn’t we just toss all this stuff on the front lawn and be done with it?
• we’ve been blessed with some good neighbors these past five years. we’ll miss them.
• dolby’s wondering what’s going on. i think he wishes he were on the beach.