Or two, or three, or ten. My son went to town to get a few packing supplies -- and pizza, so we don't have to mess up the kitchen -- and I'm itching to pack up my car. I have no idea how much of what I want to take home I'll actually be able to take home. I'm not good with spatial capacities. My younger to sons are good at "Tetris-ing" things into the car. I think my oldest one is more of a shove-it-in-however-it-fits kind of guy. I'm glad my son and granddaughter are traveling with me, but it means two seat's less worth of space to work with. And we have to leave a pet space where Mazie and Sophia can relax for twelve hours of driving. I'm not sure he gets that.
This time tomorrow, if all goes according to plan, we should be crossing the border into North Carolina. Virginia constitutes an entire third of the trip, and once we're past the Carolinas it should be much warmer and start to feel like home. I probably say this every time, but I can't wait to be back in my own house and sleep in my own bed. T-minus 20 and counting.
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