Of Six Hundred and Eighty-Six Miles...

This did not happen to me.

Last week I rented a uHaul trailer, loaded everything I could find that I own, put my motorcycle in the bed of my truck, and hit the road, destination Decatur. Sara and I decided that I would move up to Illinois the month before the wedding for various reasons, and it seemed quite surreal that it was actually, and now, has actually happened.



The whole distance relationship proved to be most burdensome, and so my six hundred and eighty six mile move was designed to relieve the stress of that burden. It has. The move went quite well, with no incidents, and the fourteen hours of travel melted by with the monotony that fly-over country has to offer.

I am still settling into our apartment, which Sara found and rented about a month ago, and right now it could be defined just short of a disaster. Moving is such a pain, but the end result is quite nice. I'll take some pictures once it is presentable, and show to you our endless view of...cornfields.

I am going to start a part-time job with a friend of Sara's from church, doing odd jobs around his plant nursery. I begin work tomorrow, building a fence and a retaining wall. I'm glad for it, as without something substantial to do I would go batty.

At this point I am still learning my way around a new town, getting lost here and there, but mostly just getting my bearings, and doing a fair job of it.

We're at the one month mark, and getting excited.

Regards,

Jonathan