Justin I was dying laughing at your twin's blog. You posted a link to it!? HA!
Vegas! YES!
Here's some more of a story:
All the hour and mileage calculations culminated into comfort as the realization began to hit us that night in Barstow. We’re in our new state. Finally.
Yet, grossly enough Barstow turned out to be a major arm-pit of a trucker’s heaven. Nothing but pure heat, sun, and desert dust was there to welcome us that day. Fortunately, we were only there shortly to fulfill our SNS special delivery:
One blue Volkswagen Beetle at your service (new) Sanfords, compliments of “Barstow Tire and Transfer”, stilled owed a thank you card with accompanying beetle and truck picture.
The armpit proved more so in Bakersfield (as the world already knows) as we brushed our way through the speeding traffic flow. A smoggy trucking and factory atmosphere cluttered our views, and tiny thoughts of despair crept into our imagination on our hometown Chowchilla. Is it like this?
Separated by car status, Mary drove her beetle offensively as usual, as Casey carefully maneuvered the hefty, shifting Uhaul in and out of traffic. Onto Fresno, Madera, and a quick jog fifteen more minutes north.
The dusk impression Chowchilla had on me was clean and simple. The small and overly agricultural appearance reigned congruent to it’s people and quiet way of life observed thus far.
We pulled into the Travel Lodge first, right outside of town by a car dealership. It was just the tip of the iceberg to this three stop light joint. Yet the new life layed out before us would be even more intriguing than we imagined in the months to come.
After a two minute exploration before dark, our first night in Chowchilla, California, ended up being spent in their Best Western. So many expectations and anxieties were entertained that first settling night.
Chapter II: Settling Fits
The house, the wait, the shopping, the school campus, a landlord, not to mention starting school: it all weighed us down. It was a secret weigh down though. One of those stresses that is so riled up into whirlwinds of excitement, anticipation that your flesh cannot decifer it as a negative.
We waited out our unbuilt house by continuing our tourist act. Touring Hawaii, good in thought. Touring the country and western California, definitely good. But when you're waiting to unload your Uhaul into your new home, it not so in depthly felt. Thankfully we were able to move it out of its jammed Uhaul existence into our garage. This, until our official move-in still to commence in two more weeks.
