When I decided to move interstate, I thought that I had planned really well and that everything would go rather smoothly. How wrong was I?! LOL Firstly Covid made it rather difficult as we had to do RATs and then also get a border pass etc. I had to organise my Dads because he was travelling up with us with a trailer with mine and my best friends stuff in it.
My best friend came back down for Christmas and was picking her eldest son up as well to bring back up here. So she was helping me pack up the house and get everything on the trailer with me, so that my Dad wasn't doing too much lifting. There was just a slight problem. He turned up Monday morning with the trailer and my best friend and I assumed that he would leave the trailer in my garage, so that we could pack it as we are still packing stuff. But nope! Not with my Dad! He wanted to pack the trailer right there and then and then put a tarp over the trailer and took the trailer back to his place! We were exhausted by the end of the Monday. Because we had packed up everything that needed to go on to the trailer, my bed was on the trailer, so we had 2 lounges to sleep on and it was myself, my best friend and her teenage son. It was so uncomfortable.
Anyway so on the Monday afternoon, Dad and I go and get out PCR test done so that we can get our border passes and get over the border. Well Dad decided that he didn't want to travel until we got the results because his doctor told him that he should stay at home until we got the results. I was furious. None of us had any symptoms and were only having the test for the border pass. My best friend luckily got some RATs and after much convincing I was able to get my Dad to agree to take the RAT and we could leave!
We finally left on the Wednesday and I was so glad to see the back of that town. But we get about 40 minutes in to our trip and my Dad pulls over. He was checking something and then he realises that his trailer lights aren't working. Mind you, he had only just had a crack at me about my spare tyre about an hour before, but he didn't check his trailer lights. I wanted to forhead slap him! LOL Anyway he decides that we will continue on. We get about 20 minutes further up the road and he pulls into another rest area. I'm wanting to continue on and not make this a slow trip. I was in a hurry to get up here! So Dad decides that he is going to try and fix the lights. After 40 minutes and no luck, we head on our way and I have to follow Dad so that I can indicate for him etc. We stopped I honestly think about 12-15 on the first day and here I was hoping to do the trip in one day. The reason I was in such a hurry to get there was that I had the dogs in the car and it was so cramped. I also had to ask my Dad if he has had prostate checked recently as the amount of times that we had to stop for him to pee was so many!! He peed more than me and I am a female.
Anyway so we get to a town and the sun has just set and Dad decides that we are going to sleep at this particular rest area that we had pulled up in. I tried to tell him without actually saying that I didn't want to sleep there the night and would have preferred to continue driving as we only had about 4 hours to go and would have been there by about midnight. But I just felt like if I did say what I wanted to do and felt, it would have come out wrong and got my Dad upset with me. So we are staying at this rest area and I have to sleep in the drivers seat because there is no room between all of my stuff and the dogs. By about 2am I was laying in the drivers seat bawling my eyes out because my back had ceased and I was in absolute agony. My Dad came and asked what he could do. I wanted to scream at him "Get back in your fucking car and fucking drive!", but I didn't. I think I got about 2 and a half hours sleep and my neck and back were so sore for about a week afterwards, due to sleeping like that.
So we leave the rest area at about 5:30am and we have a couple of stops (including me meeting the nicest guy the moment I stopped over the border) and we were about 2 hours away from our destination when my 55kg pitbull decided that he would do the stinkiest shit I think I have ever smelled him do. So yet again we have to pull over. Now the situation was not great. Here I am, trying to get the dog shit out of the back of my car with a pitty and a staffy both thinking it is time to get out. On top of that, we were on the side of a road and I didn't want to leave my toilet paper with dog shit in it on the side of the road. So I grabbed their water bucket and put it all in that and put it in the boot of my car. Somehow the smell was still there the way to our destination.
Then to top off the dog shit it started raining about 50kms from our destination. So most of my stuff got pretty wet. We then had to unload all of my stuff in the rain because my Dad wanted to leave straight away. Once I finally got inside and had a cuppa, I had to jump in the shower straight after. I was that exhausted I didn't want to move for a couple of days.
But we got here in one piece, even with all the frustrations and tears (there was quite a few and luckily no one could see apart from my dogs) and I am so glad to be here. It truly feels like I have found my 'home'.
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