Friday morning started early to pick up the rental truck. After a few hours of packing, organizing and loading (and probably a pepperoni jalapeno pizza...) we hit the road.
Everything was going so well until it got dark in Kansas and it was getting difficult to see. For whatever freakish reason, we can't get the headlights to stay on, but if we hold down the lever, the brights work. We pull over and using packing tape, tape the lever to the steering wheel...
g-h-e-t-t-o. Every time we signaled left or right, the windshield wipers came on and squirted water. Very nice. We decide to get dinner and stay the night in Wichita, waking up so early on Saturday morning for the long haul (10 hours). Oklahoma was pretty and yielded the best BBQ brisket sandwich I've had in a really, really long time.
We got into Houston at about 8:30 pm on Saturday and had 0 trouble falling asleep. The next day was reserved for unpacking and getting settled. Last night we cooked dogs and veggie kabobs and called it a weekend.
Lots of thinking and decisions and plans on tap for the near future, but I'm so happy for it. My muscles are sore- but it's a good sore, like I accomplished everything I set out to, and I'm exhausted and excited at the same time. My love and my best friend is a Texan! For the first time we share a zip code and I'm anticipating having a post-workday glass of wine with him tonight.
Like an amateur, I didn't charge up the camera before the trip, but did manage to snap a few photos:
A cute bakery we passed after sushi in Old Market, Omaha. I controlled myself!