Get your hand off my tail, you'll make it dirty...

The day we packed was a quite pleasant 102 degrees + humidity...take that Texas! It took Kyle, I, and Andre about 3 hours to pack the truck. I would describe the experience as swimming back and forth from the truck rather than walking. If you're reading this...Thanks Andre! We never could've done it without you! :) Sunday morning, we began the joyride: 14+ hour drive from Alpharetta, GA to our new residence in Madison, WI. Kyle drove the big truck and I drove the car...it was, however, even...in terms of comfort. Both of us had seats unworthy of praise and each lacked the desired "cruise-control." There's nothing like that feeling of your foot going to sleep in a awkwardly propped position.
We made lunch on the way, as depicted in my joyous face. I obviously wasn't too pleased that "Traveling Almira" was being documented. Isn't cooler camping fun?

Our arrival was greeted by a delightful downstairs neighbor. She left a sweet gesture on our door that night, encouraging us to be quiet...though we hadn't even moved anything in yet. Little did we know, we would be receiving a few more of those sweet little notes with endearing reminders. We brought her brownies and haven't heard a thing since...(fingers crossed).
This is our make-shift shower curtain...trash bags are kindred spirits. Isn't Kyle so cute with our Costa Rica towel (the only one unpacked)? It was quite a trick to get it to stay so the water didn't splash everywhere...Who thinks to bring a shower curtain?! Ooops. And since we hadn't moved anything in...we slept on, yet again, trash bags. I get a little sicked out of any new place we live in before I deep-clean and vacuum.

Stay tuned for: "Adventure to Minneapolis", and "Decorated House, Decorated Tree; I Wish I Were a Present"