The RV wasn’t fully packed. The house wasn’t fully staged.
We had a living room filled with clothes and bags and boxes that still needed to get put… somewhere. And we had 30 minutes until our 4pm showing.
It was crunch time.
Dustin was now sprinting to and from the truck, putting boxes and bags wherever they would fit.
I was frantically cleaning.
We finished up just as their car pulled up.
I’m sure they were confused by the sweaty, disheveled, out of breath people who jumped into a truck and sped off with an RV attached.
But, it’s just how we roll. Quite unintentionally.
We try to be prepared, but you see, that’s not in either of our natures. We are not of the Type A persuasion.
For us, leaving for a big trip before 3pm, where we aren’t simultaneously cleaning and staging a house to be sold, is a huge accomplishment! This was a whole other ball of wax!
But we were finally on our way! Our adventure had begun!
We stopped down the street to shuffle around some things that had been shoved into the truck haphazardly, and then we started the 4 hour trek from Raleigh to Hendersonville.
This would be the first leg on our 3 week trip through North Carolina, Tennessee & Arkansas to find the town we would call our new home.