Mission: Impossible

They said it could never be done.




I thought it could never be done.




But somehow we managed to do all of these things anyways:

A) Drive five hours to McAllen.

B) Sort through all of Emily's thing's in her and her (soon to be ex) husbands house.

C) Box and pack all of her things up.

D) Load all of her things into the Uhaul truck.

E) Drive the Uhaul truck and the car separately back to Austin.

F) Carry all of Emily's things up to the third floor.

G) With only three women doing all the work.

(well....... and one very drunk guy from high school who only helped with the last part, moving up to the third floor. And I would use the term "helped" loosely. Unless you consider "helping" is opening six beers and only drinking a fourth of each of them as helping.)

(Sorry, I digress. Back to the heart of the matter...)

H) All in one day.




But we did it.

It nearly killed me, but we did it.

I got car sick about, ohhhhh, five minutes into the 5 hour drive on the way back. I am definitely not used to bumpy trucks. Luckily, Shannon is used to car sickness and how to cure it and I did pull out of it after about 30 minutes.

I think Shannon liked driving the U-Haul truck WAY TOO much. She started thinking she and the truckers were one with each other.

But they weren't.

When we passed through Border Patrol (that you have to pass through when coming back from McAllen), I was for sure thinking we were going to be pulled over with our U-Haul truck because that seems like the perfect vehicle to smuggle "things" across the border. But when we pulled up to the hot, if I do say so myself, border patrol man; Shannon told him we were helping to move our friend, who was driving behind us.

And that's all it takes to get a wave on by.

But when Emily pulled up he said, "So you're the one moving? Why are you moving?" And she told him it was because of a divorce. And he responded with, "well you're young and cute, you'll have no problem finding another man."

To which she said, "Are you offering?"

And he responded with a laugh and, "Okay, you can go."

So the Border Patrol check-point didn't quite end up being like I thought it would be from watching Border Wars (or whatever it's called, I've been away from cable too long).

At the end of the day, when I was out of breath (literally, couldn't even eat dinner because I couldn't breath) and couldn't imagine carrying another box up the stairs or even going home to go to bed (oh yeah... the great news is she moved into my apartment complex and lives ONE BUILDING OVER!!!). But the bottom line is, you could see it on Emily's face the feeling of relief she had to finally be home, and every last step of those past 18 or so hours was worth it.

Even though the bruises on my legs don't show it and there's probably no way I will ever do anything remotely similar to that again.

It was worth it, for such a good friend.