Another momentous trip

Here's my story:
I have decided to sell my car. There are a few reasons, but mainly because it turns out it would've cost me close to $3000 to import it into Canada, because my particular year of Jetta needed a bumper "modification", aka new bumpers.
I really hemmed and hawed over this one, being so attached to my "biodiesel" car that gets insanely good gas mileage. But that being said, it a'int no Toyota and isn't known for longevity per say, so who knows how much i would have ended up sinking in to it over the years.
I advertised on Craigslist in Spokane and Seattle, and last Thursday got an email from a guy in L.A. saying he wanted it, and could he meet me in Spokane on Saturday? It was so sudden, but I got in for a auto detail on Friday, and drove down early Saturday morning.


After a long drive and a $144.00US speeding ticket about 10 minutes after my announcement that belly dance music make me drive too fast, I finally made it to the airport within minutes of my buyer, Joe, walking off the plane. The timing was good. He took it for a test drive, and a half hour later I was at the Uhaul place near the airport, with a check in my pocket.

I rented their "smallest" truck they had, took it over to the storage locker (not without a quick stop at Target!), met my dear friend and midwife Shaheeda (she had some unfinished business to attend to in Spokane, so we planned it for the day I would be there), who helped me load of the last of the old Vashon life info the truck.


I headed home.

I finally got to the border at 8pm knowing I'd get through but also knowing it wouldn't be easy with a huge truck full of what I told he border officer was "the dregs of the storage locker barrel". Just as suspected, he put on a bit of an attitude, starting with when he first walked up to me saying, "ya know, here at the border we look at Uhaul's like they're cancerous tumors". He was an officer I've dealt with in the past, so he was at least familiar with me. He was grouchy with a slight sarcastic sense of humor, so I ran with it. By the end, he was helping rearrange my glass vases so they wouldn't break, all the while criticizing my packing job. All in all, it could've been worse.
When he finally waved me through an hour later, I was so relieved knowing it was almost over. I went to my boyfriend Richard's house, which is 20 minutes outside of Nelson in the mountains, and was right on the way. He had a nice hot dinner waiting, and it was so relaxing to be there after a long and exhausting day.