12 hours of driving.
1 exhausted and adorable dog co-pilot who slept in his crate in the shotgun seat.
3 to-go cups of coffee.
3 tanks of gas.
4 water bottles.
2 McDonald's breakfast hashbrowns.
4 Spotify playlists.
AND. I'M. HERE.
We celebrated my 6 PM arrival (left my dad's cabin to start my journey at 5 AM same day) with some burgers and brew at a window seat in a place around the corner from our [box-infested] house. I couldn't be more exhausted or happier to be right here. Big day tomorrow of making a dent in all this clutter and trying to make the new house into a 'home'.
But for now ... we sleep (in our San Francisco bed, in our San Francisco bedroom).