adventures in margitness

Um. Yeah.

I reserved a 22' truck (and have been freaking out about it ever since). Today I pick up the truck as scheduled. Upon approaching The Really Big Truck, my stomach did a few 180s. "It's SO BIG!"

I've scrutinized every moving and delivery truck I've seen on the road since deciding to move. I'd almost reached the point of acceptance with 22' of truck, even.

Lo and behold, my moving truck is 26' because they didn't have a 22' truck. Now I've got a whole new round of truck anxiety going on!

Upside: The Really Big Truck's only got 50k miles, a cd player and outta this world a/c. Of course, it's a truck so it's bouncy. And I keep trying to tilt the steering wheel down...

I drove it from the rental place to the house and Bob followed in my car. The route was entirely surface streets, but here in the PHX 'burbs they're blessedly nice and wide and 3 lanes in each direction. He told me I did really well, to which I replied "Mah white knuckles, let me show you dem". I told him I know I need to improve on staying between the lines (I rode the line on the right) and be a bit more careful at stops (I cut it a little close at one or two). Of course, he noticed those things too, but it was nice to know I'm aware.

We got the hard-to-deal-with stuff loaded onto the truck immediately and stopped at 1:00 to wait out the worst heat of the day... up and at 'em again this evening.

Everything's gonna be okay.