At 5:30pm on August 20th, the FBH (Fiance-Boyfriend-Husband) and I started the great trek to New England so that I could start graduate school.
We had in our car the three cats, the turtle, and the recently-operated-on guinea pig.
FBH had accidently packed his wallet on the moving truck, so I had to do the entire 24-hour drive myself, and we only stopped 5 times for fuel and Code Red Mountain Dew.
The trip was fairly uneventful. It rained off and on until about South Carolina, which is also when my "Service Engine Soon" light came on. And at 6am on the 21st, we stopped in Virginia for gas, and we discovered that our beloved 5-year-old guinea pig, passed away. She'd been sick and had been spayed to deal with an infection, but she just wasn't strong enough to survive the trip. She probably wouldn't have been better off even if we hadn't moved, as she was so weak after the surgery. We miss her alot, but she had a good life with lots of love.
The last big thing that happened was that our mapquest directions had us going on a lot of tollroads, so when we got to one toll that was $8, and we only had $5, we went through the lane for the prepaid people, because it was the only way we could get through. Hopefully we won't get a ticket or a fine. My Dad recommended writing them a letter explaining why we did that and sending them the $8...but I'm sorta favoring the wait/see method to see if they act on our decision to run the booth.
The last time we made this trip from Florida to New England, it cost us about $10 in tolls...this time it was over $30....so even though we compensated a bit for inflation, we were still short. That really sucks.
Anyway...we got to our new apartment complex around 5pm on the 21st, so about 24 hours after we left. We walked around the town and checked out some stuff, ate dinner at Subway and then came home again and crashed.
I'll post again later about the furniture stuff and the parental units' visit.
