Goodbye

It's about 10pm and I'm at a Comfort Inn in some crappy California Central Valley town called Merced. It's not the nicest place but whatever. We're both totally mentally and physically exhausted and can't drive anymore.

I feel like my mood is so low that I shouldn't bother writing a detailed blog entry because it will be so negative. So here's a brief synopsis of what happened:

- It was raining cats and dogs all morning. This was odd because there was a drought all year and then it pours on the day we move. Was it a sign?

- We drove up to San Rafael and picked up the Penske truck. Driving over the Golden Gate Bridge for the last time was really emotional.

- Our two hired movers were both from Russian satellite countries and barely spoke English. They did things like pile heavy items on top of my record collection (a lot of it rare, out of print pressings worth a lot of money), neglected to wrap wood furniture, or scraped furniture along the floor. We had to check their packing all day long and adjust things. It was not pleasant. I won't be surprised if a lot of our stuff ends up ruined from this move, but what is done is done. 

- Walking out of our apartment for the last time was incredibly emotionally draining for both of us. We spent almost 6 years of our lives together there and it was hard to say goodbye. I felt like I was hallucinating as I looked around the empty rooms. It was really happening, we really did it, we were really giving up our life in SF forever. 

- We finally left the city around 6 and drove across the Bay Bridge for the last time. While I was driving, I felt our baby kick me so hard and fast that it frightened me. I feel her moving inside me all the time, but never so forcefully. Once we reached Oakland she stopped. Was she upset about leaving too? 

- We had dinner at some random Mexican food joint in a tiny truck stop town. It was packed with truckers and staffed by a happy Mexican family. The food was delicious and we both remarked how much we were going to miss the Mexican food of California. We are ruined forever - it's just so good out here.

I am going to try and get some sleep now. Tomorrow we have to pick up a tow hitch for our car in Palm Springs. Hopefully we'll make it to Sun City West by tomorrow night but I'm not betting on it. 

I am just so sad. I am trying to focus on the good things coming down the road.