I moved almost two years ago so I’ll give y’all an update on how it all went.
My bf and I moved cross country together, he got his job first, the day he got accepted for the position we both put in our two weeks. In that time I found a job, housing, and we found a moving company to hire to take our stuff n furniture to California and they estimated they would be at our new place in 7-21 days.
Because we each had our own car, we had to drive separately. I was in my Impreza and he in his 4Runner, we kept all food, toiletries, and clothes for the time we would be in the new place before our things arrived in my car. We left his car empty besides him and the dog and loaded the back with mattress pads and bedding so we could sleep anywhere off the side of the road.
We took walkie talkies on the trip so we could listen to whatever through the radio and we could still talk to each other, and we could chat when we didn’t have cell service. There was one day we went through colorado, and I had my new Impreza five speed (just got the car less than a week before and it was my first manual) and I fell waaaayyy behind. I was lucky if I was doing 40 in an 80 and just trying to stay out of people’s way, definitely my least favorite part of the trip.
We ended up taking HWY 50, the loneliest road in America, straight into California and holy shit that was beautiful. That was the first time I’ve ever seen the desert and there’s nothing quite like driving through completely desolate red sands. But we missed the last rest stop that night at around 1am after driving since 7am that morning. We ended up having to drive for another 3hrs just so we could find a shoulder or turn around to pull off and sleep.
During our time on the loneliest road in America, we stopped off in this ghost town and saw a breakfast place and figured we stretch our legs and check out this cool mining town. As soon as my bf gets out of the car, the dog starts howling, she’s never done that before. We walk up to this restaurant advertising smoothies on the sign outside and push the saloon door open to see half eaten sandwiches on the tables, and the refrigerator door is hanging open and the only thing inside is half a jug of orange juice from years ago. I shit you not, Dream a Little Dream of Me was playing somewhere inside and we could hear people walking around upstairs dragging something. I walked back to the car so fast, we almost pushed over an older couple that got out of their Lexus to check out the restaurant too. We waited in the car for a couple minutes to see if they were gonna leave too, but we didn’t stick around long enough. I’ve seen enough episodes of criminal minds to know that wasn’t a place I wanted to be in.
So we get to our new place, we settle in as much as we can with no stuff, and it ended up taking them 3 months to deliver all of our clothes, mattress, couches, cooking supplies, and tv. If anyone else looks into this thread for moving advice, look into shipping your stuff via train. Really cheap and much more reliable.
