I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and got to enjoy some time with family and friends. I had my first ever Tennessean Thanksgiving with a friend from Nashville and her family, complete with homemade chicken 'n dumplins, cornbread "dressing", crawfish pie, and Coca-cola "salad". It was absolutely fantastic. Her family even has a chicken coup in their backyard, so I came home not only with a very full stomach, but also with a dozen eggs right from the source. Pretty cool.
But let's rewind for a minute, back to moving weekend. Halloween was a bit chaotic, loading the U-haul in the morning with some friends from the gym (shoutout to you amazing people!), then heading to my parents' house for trick-or-treating with my nieces and nephews. I drove home that night to a very empty apartment, slept on the floor with a jacket for a pillow and a different jacket for a cover (truly the worst sleep I've ever had), and was up at 5:30am the next morning to drive the truck down to Tennessee. It took just over eight hours and I white-knuckled it the entire drive down. It was terrifying driving such a massive contraption when I normally drive a compact car!
That night, I went over to my parents' house and spent the evening watching Hallmark movies with my mom. Neither of us felt like going anywhere, so we hunkered down with some tea and ordered Panera for dinner. It was the perfect "last-night-in-Michigan". And early the next morning, she even made coffee before I left to drive back down to Nashville. Another eight hours in the car, another several trips up and down the elevator to unload the last load of stuff, and I was home. Finally. November 3, 2020 - the day I officially moved to Nashville, Tennessee.