there was just us,
and one big borrowed tank from Grandpa/Paul Cordonnier.
Somehow, though, we managed to make it all the way to Boston and unload after one of the most tiring trips of our lives.
After a fragmented loading and unloading and reloading process in Ohio (delivering unwanted furniture to Jay and Keith), we stopped in Lewisburg where my parents reside and spent the night. The next morning, we made it to Boston – through traffic, rain, and some serious illegal parking. Then Nick turned right back around to return the truck to Paul.
What a trooper I have for a husband.
But, we’re here!