We and and all our crap are under one roof for the first time in about two years.  A “little” roof, about a third the size of the house we were in two years ago, but all together, none-the-less.  The double garage is packed so full one can scarcely get to even what is right at the door, so we may rent a storage unit to spread out a bit, but all in good time, aye?

Most of our stuff was moved in the 13th with the two U-Hauls, so Wednesday I flew back to Memphis to get the rest, arriving a little after 11 pm local time.  By minutes after midnight I was on the road with my pickup, flatbed trailer and Harleys, heading to California with the last load of our stuff.  Friday evening, fourty-four hours later, with thirty-five hours driving, I arrived.  Slept in the truck, snacked in the cab as I drove, and only stopped for gas.  Ok, maybe, I pushed it a little too hard, but I made it, safe and sound - and exhausted.

We’re the one with the yellow flowers on the balcony:
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The view of the hills from our balcony:
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