I left this little place almost 21 years ago.  The reason’s why I left are still here.  Though it is not as big of an issue as it once was.  Myself and my new family have a new start, new home.  Right now our new life is bitter sweet, not in the sense that there are problems or unresolved hurts, only due to the fact that this move at this point is I’m separated from my family and animals.

It was a very lonely ride up here, just me and our cat Tinker.  Now Tinker is a very lovely cat.  My mother describes him as a little tiger with a orange nose.  He is so loveable.  Well poor Tinker a outside cat to begin with, was isolated in a cat carrier.(He is not happy with me).  For 8 hours this poor little feline cried and rocked this carrier so much he fell of the seat three times.  Now image a cat confined in a carrier, on a seat almost three feet off the floor of a van.  The vehicle I was driving is a 1974 3500 GMC Step Van(People call it a milk truck or paddy wagon).  There is no comfort in this vehicle such as airconditioner playable radio, it is a standard, lol 3 speed with bull low, on the floor.  The poor van has no shocks, heat comes in from the dog house.  And the noise constandly from the motor.

Traveling in this van is no confort.  Even as the proud owner of this vehical, by the time I drive 8 hours in it, it takes me two to three days to relax.  People have no regard for this type of vehical, just as they don’t respect Transport Trucks.  Some people think you can stop a 2 ton vehical on a dime.  Pull up on your rear bummer and think you won’t roll back, or that you can take off real fast like your driving a automatic.  I had one man follow me in to a convienent store and yell profanities at me, in essenses telling to learn to drive that thing.  I jumped out of the van told him if he could drive this thing better then go for it.  Well you should of seen his face with he saw the three foot gear shift, standing like a deformed tree between the two seats.

Ok enough about my nice but antique van.  Now our long drive was long.  As I pulled into my hometown, people knew it was me.  Here comes the big milk wagon, eyes following watching what direction I was heading.  Some even looked at me with fear, clearing side walks to let me turn.  Hello I know how to drive.  And sidewalks are not my forte.  We made it, of course my mother has already made plans for the almost month I’m gonna be here.  Of course not one day is set for me to unload and stay in my new home with Tinker.

Some plan.  My wife and son are 7 hours from me, working to get the rest of the house ready to pack up when I bring the monstrosity back.  My mom thinks everything can unpack themself, and I can leave poor tinker to his own devices in a new unclaimed territory.  

I knew when my family and I took this move I would have a lot of ideas for writing but not about moving.  This is the first time me and my family have been separated since our wedding.  I find it very hard.  The worst is to be here with my birth family(we don’t always see eye to eye, sorta speakin) and not to be able to crawl into your own bed with your wife.  Any way I do plan to go and finish unpack my van, and spend some quality time with Tinker.  It may take him years to get over this trauma, it only took two years to like me, now I do this to him.  Oh boy, the feline family.  Lets hope he’s not back under the bathtub, I think I blocked all the holes.  Oh boy I better get out there.  Till later.