Two days to go

The movers have been and gone, leaving us with a mostly empty apartment that, thanks to its 30-foot ceiling, now has more reverb than a Slowdive performance.

Four days to go

This photo doesn't do justice to the number of boxes in our living room, which is my own fault for using the wide-angle mode on my new phone. It's like a mini-Manhattan against the wall next to our telly. 

The long road ahead

Alicia's planned out our route for the trip. According to the google, it's a total of 2,940 miles and would take 45 hours to drive if we did it non-stop. We could knock an hour off by going through Canada but we're worried that we'd be seduced by free healthcare and something called Tim Horton's.

Boxes everywhere, and other ramblings

There’s nothing like packing your stuff to make you realise how much crap you’ve accumulated down the years. We keep finding items that we either didn’t know we had or can’t remember buying. Well, I say “we,” it’s mostly been Alicia doing the packing so far as she has more stuff, and I always leave important things like this till the last minute.

We’re not there yet…

We haven’t even left. But it’s coming closer: in 3½ weeks we’ll be making a 2,900-mile journey across 11 states to where we’ve been planning to live for the past three years: Vermont, the Green Mountain State.