Entry 2: Arriving: Tuesday July 12
I got up early this morning. Will and I went to pick up the moving van. It took us an hour or two to load everything, but by 9 AM we were ready to go. Will had agreed to drive the truck for us. I’m not very good with a straight drive. I offered to pay him since he was laid off also, but he wouldn’t hear of it. It was decided he’d drive ahead of us and we would follow in our family wagon. Donna and I had spent all night packing. We only had about four hours sleep. At least she would be able to catch some z’s while I drove. Lucky thing…
We said some tearful goodbyes to Sadie and Jack. Or at least Donna did. In a way I am going to miss the company of her father, but Sadie is a whole other story. You know all those bad Mother-in-law jokes you hear? Well, in her case, they are all true and I could tell she hated to see her only daughter go.
“You better take care of her and not let one harm come to her head,” she commanded. I just nodded with a forced smile. She gave me one of those half-hugs that seem to say, ‘I don’t really like you, but I have to do this for my daughter’s sake.’
On the way out of town, we stopped at Matt & Susan’s. We couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to our best friends in the whole world. They are the only ones I truly hate to leave behind.
Susan said to Donna, “Keep in touch. And don’t wait until you’re pregnant to call us.” I rolled my eyes. Susan’s been trying to get us to start a family for some time. I keep telling her they have enough kids for all of us. Three children in four years. Talk about a busy couple…
Before we left, I told them they’d have to come visit after we got settled in. Matt gave me a big bear hug.
“You just call us, buddy. We’ll be there.” Knowing Matt, he’ll be true to his word, too.
The drive itself took the rest of the day and some of the night. It was dark by the time we arrived at the church. In the glare of our headlights, we made out a tall steeple upon which sat a cross rising into the night sky. The front of the building was almost entirely stained glass. Pulling into the lot and driving around to the side, we could just make out the true size of the building in the dark. It appeared to be two floors, but the gabled roof made it seem taller. It reminded me of the Catholic church in my hometown, St. Michael’s. That reminds me, I don’t even know what denomination this church is…Hell, they could even be devil worshippers, for all I know…Just kidding, of course.
We pulled our car around back, following Will’s truck, and there it was: our new home. The porch light was on. Just as Larter had said, the key was under the mat. I could tell Donna liked it.
“This is soooo cozy,” she exclaimed, followed by excited statements of being able to do so much with the place. I left her to her talking, as Will and I unloaded the truck. We just threw everything inside, not bothering to arrange anything just yet. It was too late in the evening for that and I was pretty bushed. We just wanted that truck unloaded as quick as possible.
Will left only a few minutes ago, right before I sat down to write this entry. He’s on his way home now. I’m going to miss him and the good times at work. As for Donna and I, we are in our own home at last. I think we’ll just curl up together and sleep on the floor tonight. We can worry about arranging and unpacking tomorrow. It’s been a long day.
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“Resurrection Diaries” by Paul Aronson.
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