Suzanne logged significant times on our journey to Pittsburgh, but the key point to take away from moving with a car lashed to the back of a truck is that you cannot move nearly as fast as you would like. On average, we spent seven hours sleeping at our daily destinations before showering, eating and starting out again. Altogether, it was about thirty-six hours inside a truck cab together, and we still talk to one another.

Even if the engine has the power, the dolly precludes moving faster than 55 mph if you want to find a car attached to it upon arriving at your destination. In fact, we made a habit of looking back as we exited the highway for signs of a vehicle, as we pulled into whichever gas station.

I spent $478 on gas between there and here. I have a lot of bicycling ahead to expiate my sins against the atmosphere.

I didn't realize how little space I'd have for the truck going up the driveway into my apartment building. We found a synagogue, with an extremely helpful custodian who allowed us to ditch the dolly behind the building until the wedding anniversary celebration dispersed some hours later. Minus some truly vexed attendees who told me again and again, "You can't park here," it was a good experience and I plan to send a card showing my appreciation. If I ever convert to Judaism, it will happen at the Tree of Life on Wilkins Avenue.

Putting heavy things in small boxes and light things in large boxes was one of my few flashes of inspiration. It took maybe an hour and fifteen minutes to unload a 16' truck, with four people helping to varied extents. Thank you, radfemgoddess and fiancé, and thank you, divinecellodiva.