It has been so long since I have posted to this site that I believe a few of you may need an explanation. I have spent the last month and a half preparing for a major move. That's right, a MAJOR move. From California to Arizona. I moved from Indiana to Arkansas, then Arkansas to Oklahoma, then Oklahoma to Michigan and from Michigan to Arizona. Then in the most major move of my life I travelled from Arizona to California. Now, I am prepping for the move from California back to Arizona.
At the first gas stop I pulled in behind my boyfriend and stopped. I was unaware of exactly what he wanted me to do. Should I get gas, or just hang here? My walkie talkie was out so I had no idea what the "plan" was. He and the guy driving the third vehicle knew, but I didn't.
(Of course, "the rest" depends on if you are a guy or a gal....)
Later in the day I saw headlights flashing behind me and knew there was an emergency with one of the other vehicles in the caravan. I pulled over as quickly as possible. The motor-home and third vehicle pulled over but well over a quarter mile behind me. I had no idea what was wrong and sat there for a good 15 minutes. Waiting...getting madder and madder because no one is telling me what is going on. And, no one pulled up close to me. Ahem...
This led to quite the fight later on. We pulled in to get gas and I was trying to calmly (not) tell my boyfriend what happened and how I was feeling. BIG MISTAKE. He got upset, and to make a very ugly story short, left me at the truckstop. Yep, left me.
Now before you go and judge, let me clarify. He left and then pulled around to the back of the parking lot and sat there where I couldn't see him. He couldn't really leave and I thought he had really left. It was a lesson in patience and understanding for both of us. We made up later. Both apologizing for flying off the handle. The stress got to us both and made us very, very ugly.
(Just to let you know, he learned and I learned from this situation. Because, when later that weekend I almost let the motor-home go backwards in to the Colorado River, he didn't lose his patience. And that situation was worse, WAY worse.)
We learned something about each other this last weekend:
1. I can be a yeller when I get really angry.
2. Someone else can yell louder than me.
But the biggest lesson we learned?
When you see your life, enclosed in a U-Haul, parked and locked up tight, try not to panic. Nothing inside the U-Haul is as important as the man in the motor-home who took the keys.