I'm happy to report that 75% of the Drury clan has made it safely to Indiana (the other 25% is back in Princeton packing the rest of the house...this was a necessary step because the toddler kept pulling things out of boxes and hiding them).
I was pleasantly surprised (read: shocked) at the ease of driving for 12 hours in a car by myself with Sam. He was a doll. Highlights from the drive include:
1. Two hours into the trip Sam asked, "What was a happy part of your day, Mommy?" Followed by, "What was a sad part?"
2. At every. single. stop. Sam asked, "Are we in Indiana now? Can I pet a llama?" (There is a petting zoo near our new house and I've been promising him a trip there. I'm realizing we need to go asap.
3. At the first hotel we stopped at we were told, "Sorry, we don't have any rooms." To which Sam replied, "Do you have a stable?"
So here we are in Indiana, waiting for John and the truck to arrive early next week. I think it will be a while for this to all sink in. Right now it just feels like we're on a vacation.