It's hard to believe, but we are finally at home to stay for a while. This trip began at the beginning of September and except for a holiday hiatus, we have been in the motor home so long, it feels more like home than our house does. We could have made it all the way here yesterday, but the driver was getting tired of driving and since he never gets any help from me, he calls the shots. The motor home does not fit very well on the tiny street in front of our house, so we try to bring it home clean and ready to unpack. So we stayed in Elhart IN last night getting cleaned and organized and did the final two hours drive this morning when the traffic would be light. Some RV'ers hate to drive in the Chicago area, but we have no choice. So many expressways come together here working their way around the bottom of Lake Michigan and even though we have made the trip more times than we can count, when you are weaving between I-80, I-90, I-94, I-294, I-65, and I-57 surrounded by 18-wheelers, it's good to be well rested and well caffeinated.
It is warm and sunny and was a great day to make a kazillion trips bringing everything in from the curb. It's easier than packing which involves making decisions, but it still makes me very tired. We always forget something; I can think of three things as I sit here writing. When we are home the motor home rests about eight miles away and we can always retrieve what we've inadvertently left behind, but it's better to get it right in the first place.
The house looks great and is mouse-free. The daffodils and tulips are blooming enthusiastically and I'm glad I'm here to see the results of all my bulb planting labors this year. Last spring we missed it all when we rushed home to leave again for Australia.