Almost done. I'm at work, finishing up my final night before we drive out in about, oh, nine hours.
How do I feel? I am intensely relaxed. Calm, at peace, ready to go.
Of course, some of that could be that we worked so much that I can't get worked up about anything.
Me, Val's dad and Val started packing up the truck before 11 this morning, and the final process of leaving Atlanta began.
With a 22-foot truck, we figured we had TONS of room, so when we started we didn't worry about piling the boxes and furniture to the roof. By hour three, we didn't care what went to storage or what went to the house, we just wanted to fill every space possible. The pile ended up extending to about three feet from the door, with our mattresses and a few things left to add in the morning.
We finished about 3:45 and trudged to The Border, our favorite Mexican place, for the last time, watching the NCAA tournament, as we kept an eye on things all afternoon. They had a lot invested in the Vols winning. I did not. And the CBS affiliate wasn't showing the Memphis game, and even at work I couldn't get it on satellite until near the end. Whatever. Guess if one wants to see Cal's kids play you have to live in Memphis. Check.
Early Monday morning we start our three-car caravan, and hopefully we'll be unloading the truck by mid-afternoon, storage a little while later, and in time to eat dinner with Val's mom and watch Dancing with the Stars, officially Memphis residents again. (Or, at least, Millington. Close enough.)