We just rolled in a few hours ago, changed clothes, unloaded the car and went out for dinner.
As much as we enjoy to travel, we love coming home. Home to family, to friends. Home to the bed we carefully selected and purchased together, the Cal King with plenty of room for us to both sleep comfortably (unlike the lumpy motel Queen that meant we slept terribly every night we were up there). Home to our animals, one of which has been kenneled at the vet all week. Home to regular Internet access. Home to our house and our town and all the familiar sights and sounds and comforting details that mean we’ve finally settled in from a week on the road.
Three days of work and Chris is moved into his new Eugene, Oregon apartment. He seems happy with his new digs. There was a bit of drama involving his car (when would it arrive from Orlando – or would it ever?) and his moving pods (“You could have vacuumed some of the cat hair from the futon BEFORE you moved..”) but by Wednesday afternoon it was all moved in and generally sorted out. A few final trips to the grocery and Target to make sure he was stocked on all the basics, and then by very early Thursday morning – 40 degrees and wet, BRRRR – we had the car loaded up and were back on I-5 headed south again towards the California state line.
We hope everything works out for Chris in his newly adopted home. It’s not easy uprooting everything you know, burning the ships to go live thousands of miles away from everything familiar to you. One thing that was immediately apparent to us as soon as we arrived was that Eugene was NOT Orlando; not even close. But we’re sure that he will adapt and make new friends and sort out everything he needs. We wish him luck.
It’s a ten hour drive up, and another ten back. I didn’t take as many photos as I had planned, and a number of the ones I did take came out pretty blurry. I seem to be pretty bad at that lately, we’re not sure why. But if you’d like to see some of the Oregon photos that managed to come out nice, they’re after the jump.
