In mid summer of 2011, right alongside Matt, I decided to throw caution to the wind and make a permanent move from the Northeast United States to the Southwest region of the country. From June 26 - July 5 we had experiences that ranged from insanely funny to mind-bogglingly boring, tear evoking sad to jaw-dropping awe-inspiring (and just about anything else in between) as we trekked the 3100 some odd miles from Medford, Massachusetts to Phoenix, Arizona in a moving truck with a car trailer attached.
Our journey began with a fist full of cash that we had saved over the course of the past six or so months. We intended to use it to buy a king sized bed once we got to Phoenix but really its designated purpose was for the many fill ups that 16’ box truck would require while towing Little Car.
And although the everyday adventures will certainly continue for a lifetime here in Phoenix, the moving portion of the journey ends with a mile high wall of dust blanketing everything in the valley…including Little Car.
The road portion of the trip took us six days, read in the order in which it all occurred.
When Will I Stop Calling It Home?
Traffic and Pot Holes and Tolls, Oh My!
Move That Truck!
Short(er) and Sweet (Tea)
And Matt Would Drive 500 Miles, and Then He’d Drive 500 More
My Husband Drove Through Texas and All I Got Was this Lousy Landscape
And On the Fifth Day God Created Mountains
If those from Boston are Townies Those from Phoenix Must Be…
It’s All Fun and Games Until Someone Capsizes