One At A Time…

Well, for the last few weeks I’ve been staying with my Mom and Dad in the Baltimore area.  The goal is to help them get ready to make the big move to San Antonio… but there have been some hangups.

I love my family dearly, but we can be such huge procrastinators that it’s not even funny.  Just getting out the door to run errands can, at times, be an exercise in futility because someone or other is always holding things up.  And by the time that person is ready, someone else realizes they’ve forgotten something.  Then someone else realizes that there’s something they need to take care of and they want to come along, so we need to wait for that person to get ready.

My biggest concern, though, is the storage unit.  The fee for it is throwing my family’s budget out of whack and it was supposed to be the top priority.  However, to make this happen we were supposed to make room in the basement by sorting through everything we have down there and figuring out what to do with it all.  (Yes, we’re pack rats.)  Unfortunately, that hasn’t happened yet.

Now there is only five more days until the planned First Trip to San Antonio… that storage unit isn’t getting any emptier, and we need the money to finance our move.

God help me.

There have been some positives that have come from this.  I now own a truck.  Nothing fancy, just a nice little Mazda B2500 pickup.  It’s a compact truck with a solid and reliable engine, frame, clutch… pretty much the only things to worry about are the bumpers and whether they’ll rust or not.  we’ve also picked up an old camper shell for the truck and it looks surprisingly good.  Up next, we’re going to get a light-weight trailer so we can bring some things of ours down to San Antonio with us on the First Trip.