Moving or helping someone move is the one thing that will make me go hide in a hole. I hate moving. And I did my share of it when I was younger. When I retired and decided to move to this property I hadand leave the city behind, I said.. last time. The next time I move, six guys can carry my box and I am just going along for the ride.

Good luck in your moving. Think of it as an adventure. And actually while driving that far with your wonderful family.. I'll bet you that some memories along the way will be made and cherished for years to come.

Oh the memories.. A real cherished one I have was when I helped a girlfriend move from a beautiful place out in the country to a home she had purchased in the city. We were on the last trip andhad her clothes and dogs in her Cadillac heading to the city. Suddenly, this odor from another world exploded in the car. Seems Fido did not like cars and decided to power release on her clothes, and the back of her head,from both ends. Then she got violentlymad at me because I was laughing so hard. I was about crying (from the stench I think I admitted to)and could hardly drive the car.. Oh yes, the memories of that eventful day.