Well, after the excitement of the deer strike and the aftermath of getting a replacement car the next day (Monday), I drove the rest of the way to Tacoma, WA without incident–although I did manage to get lost for half an hour, late at night, in my parents' neighborhood because I didn't remember precisely enough where they lived (they moved up here about a year and a half ago).
Yesterday I turned in the rental car and, with my dad's help, got my luggage from the trip weighed so that I can claim the 320 pounds that I carried with me cross-country (also the reason why I drove rather than flew). The rest of this week includes licensing my car, getting a new cell phone, visiting the apartment complex where I hope to live, and (assuming that I find an apartment that works for me) arranging for my household goods to be taken out of storage and shipped up to me. I think I won't feel completely comfortable until I have my own place again, with my own stuff in it (though I know I do need to do some major decluttering at some point in the near future). I'm also attending my grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary party this weekend, and my brother's family will be staying out here for the event. I'll get to catch up with the family in one fell swoop! I'll leave you with one last picture of the most memorable part of the trip… here I am with my roadkill (hunting by car… a new passtime?)
