It's not a move for me, but for my son. I was going to fly to Houston, and he and his girlfriend were moving to Cary, North Carolina. We would alternate the U-Haul and the car for the drive. They had been looking at houses and had purchased with the closing date of May 1.
I thought they would break up the day before I flew out. My son rode a bicycle and placed the keys on top of the car. Kira was unaware of this, and when she returned with a friend, they decided to get some items before the move. He came back and was very angry with her. He became more furious as she tried to defend herself, and it was a less-than-wise place to put the keys.
I took the flight after telling them they should break up and lose the earnest money on the house. Walking away may be the better solution. Jordan has my genetics and has yet to learn, as I did well into my 40s, that many issues are mine, but I made them another person's issue. It's not a good trait.
When I arrived, the van was packed, and a bit of cleaning remained. There was ice in the air, but at least they were cordial. We were able to get out of town by 9:30 AM. After about 60 miles, Kira said the Subaru's check engine light came on. Jordan and I were in the truck. We thought this was just another issue, and the move was cursed. We stopped at Buckee's to check the issue: the low-tire-pressure indicator. Since it appeared to be a slow leak, we filled the tire and proceeded. Jordan decided to drive with Kira while I was alone in the truck.
The drive was uneventful until we reached Georgia. There was a chain collision, and Jordan slowed for it, but I did not see it. I was looking at him when he slowed. Fortunately, he slowed way early, so I had a chance to see the issue and did not crash! Our luck was improving. Kira and Jordan were behind me, and I was looking in the mirror when I began to freak out. A car was coming up behind them at full speed. The car saw the issue, but it was too late. It swerved to avoid the vehicle in front of them (a few cars behind Jordan), but no luck. Another pileup and Jordan was spared by one car length!
We were just past the halfway point and found a place to stay. The tension between them dissipated during the car ride, which was a relief. We checked into a hotel, ate dinner, and decided that Kira and I would hang back and get the Subaru tire looked at while Jordan left earlier with the truck. We went to Walmart Auto Center and waited 30 minutes for it to open. Sure enough, there was a screw in the tire. It took 45 minutes to repair, meaning Jordan was over 90 miles ahead of us. I drove as hard as possible to catch him, but he was driving slightly above the speed limit, and I only caught him near Cary.
We took the truck to the house and parked it for the night. Kira was going to stay at a friend's, and Jordan and I stayed at Courtyard Parkside Town Commons in Cary. On Monday, we had the final walkthrough and closing. There were some larger issues, but fortunately, they did not affect the closing. It was about 3:00 PM when we started moving into the home, and we didn't finish until late.
I stayed there for a few days and helped them get settled before I flew back to Minnesota. They had a chance to meet some new neighbors who were very lovely and have a young daughter named Emma. They may become friends as they are all so much alike.
I am proud of what Jordan has accomplished. He appears to be happy and content with his life.
