Too many years ago now I made my way from Seattle, Washington all the way down to Dallas, Texas. I was 23 years old, and I was still full of the vigor of youth that said I could do anything I wanted. You know, that feeling you have where the world is your oyster. No matter what advice your friends and family give you just do exactly what you wanted to in the beginning. It is for that reason that instead of hiring long distance movers to help me with my relocation that I did it by myself. It turned out to be the worst mistake of my life.

I had quite a bit of stuff. I also had one of those highly fashionable station wagons which were big in the 80’s. I figured out that if I stuffed my trunk with as much as it could possibly fit and then tied the rest of my junk in my boxes to my roof that I could do it without renting any moving pods. I moved in the summer months on one of Seattle’s very few sunny days. I thought it was a great omen, so I took off toward the Lonestar State with hope in my heart. That hope faded quickly.

At about the midway point, somewhere in the breadbasket of the country, a terrible storm kicked up. It just started out as rain. That did not bother me. I had a bicycle and a few boxes of clothing tied to the roof. They would be fine. However, then the wind picked up and eventually loosened the knots fastening those things onto my car. As I went on and things fell off my car I found myself regretting not renting one of those pods to keep everything safely inside for the drive. In all the bike fell off my car six times.

Fast forward to modern day. My children have just graduated from high school and are making their way to their respective colleges. My wife and I are moving to Boulder, Colorado. Some of that old vigor found its way into my system until my wife reminded me of my last move. I immediately called a pods rental company. The movers will be here in a few days to help me pack everything into a secure storage container. I doubt if any wind storms will be knocking anything loose this time.