I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

May 27th is an important day in the life of Jeff and Adam.

12 years ago today, with our truck packed, we drove north to Maine.

On the 26th, several of our friends from Maine came down to help us finish packing and oversee the movers loading our truck.

Around 10:00, on May 27th, we left NYC.

Adam was mad at me because I wouldn’t let him drive the truck. He hadn’t driven much in the previous 15 years and I was worried he’d wreck it.

It took about 6 hours to get to Maine.

When we got here, we parked our truck at our new apartment, and went to our friend’s home where we were served up steak and lobster. It was an awesome welcome to Portland. (We had steak because at the time, I didn’t eat lobster).

That night, was the last night we slept at our friend’s Michelle and Lisa’s home. We’d spent countless nights there prior to moving. We’d show up every 3 months or so, and would spend a long weekend. We’d hang out with their friends, who are now our dearest and closest friends.

The next day, the movers came and unloaded the truck. Everything survived the move in one piece.

We were exhausted at the end of the first day, and went out for dinner. I know this because somewhere I have a photo of that dinner.

The following days were spent unpacking and arranging our new life.

I have so many photos I want to include with this post, but alas, the files are not labeled, and they no longer have their original date as I just downloaded them from a computer from 2008.

A couple of days ago, I saw a meme about moving without a plan.

That is exactly what Adam and I did. We’d planned to move in September, after banking money for the summer. But we found a place, the moons aligned, and we moved at the end of May.

It was a tough first year.

I was hired for a lighting gig, that fell through. Adam was working a job, that proved to be lucrative, but took a while to get there.

I was unemployed for 6 months.

Then, we turned a corner.

I got a job.

Adam got promoted.

We bought a house.

We got cats.

We planted roots.

And 12 years later here we are.

I can’t imagine moving again at this point. We love our home. We love our jobs. We love each other.

So, take my advice, if you long to see the world, put your shit in a truck and go.