Last night, after a long day on the road, we checked into a hotel. It was a day filled with emotion as we said goodbye to family in Canada and drove with our belongings stuffed into a 26 foot U-Haul. We had been anticipating this day for nearly two years. Over the past few months we have been intensely focused on making this day happen. We had to do big things like quit our jobs and sell our house. Because we were moving from Canada to the United States we had go through the laborious process of getting visas and citizenships settled. We planned to go a day earlier, but as these plans go, what’s a day?
The day actually came a little too soon. Because of visa issues, we could not guarantee that we would be allowed across the border with our belongings or family intact. We had enlisted the help of our congressman and had been calling the visa center, almost daily, hoping to hear signs of progress. Although we would be traveling within our rights, with stacks of paperwork to demonstrate our pure intentions, we knew it was up to border services to allow us into the country.
In the morning we said tearful goodbyes to parents, siblings, cousins and neighbors. Then we got into our car and truck and set off on the road. Although it is only a nine hour drive in the best conditions, with a full moving truck, it is more like twelve hours. The trip to the border is about an hour and a half. As we set off, it was hard to imagine anything beyond the border.
As it happened, there was no issue. We sailed through, and all of our worries, fears and tears about that moment evaporated. Suddenly we were back to plan A, moving on schedule. You would think that clearing such a hurdle would leave us on cloud nine. It was a relief, but life went on. I was still driving a beastly U-Haul for another 10 hours. Life was feeling good though.
When we got to Clark’s Summit PA, where the Northeast Extension of the Pennsylvania Turnpikes begins (or ends), we stopped for dinner and called it a day. We were tired. As we rolled our suitcases into the hotel, Abby took on the biggest suitcase saying, “this is my problem”. It was a problem for her to move smoothly. She made a big production of hauling the suitcase and enjoyed herself thoroughly. She wrangled her “problem” into the elevator calling, “Look out for my problem, step aside.”
Today, we get back into our car-truck-convoy and drag all of our problems the rest of the way to New Jersey. There, we will say hello to all of the people on that end preparing to help us deal with them.