Time To Go

January 13th



As if I hadn't been stressed out enough over everything that needed to be done before the move, I also had my last day at Wawa on January 5th and then the dentist for extractions on the 6th.  Oh and then there was the constant concern if my car would make the 1,000 mile drive (I enrolled in AAA Gold, just in case) AND if the cats would be okay for a 24 hour period in the car. UGH


If you don't know me, my name is Joy.  I was born in Long Branch, attended school in Red Bank and have lived in NJ my entire 40+ years.  My boyfriend, Gary (also born and raised in NJ), and I had the amazing opportunity to move and take care of a 123 acre property in Georgia.  "Where in Georgia?" people asked for the months leading up to the move.  When I said Cuthbert, they were clueless.  But that's okay because even people who've lived in Georgia, have NO CLUE where that is.  It's in southwest Georgia, in case your curious.  :)

Most said they were jealous that we were even getting out of Jersey, and their mouths would drop when we mentioned the acreage we would be living on.  But, jealousy seemed to turn to absolute SHOCK when I'd go in to more detail about our new home.  For example, the cabin on the property is a 2 bedroom, 1 bath with a huge back porch overlooking the backyard.  Sounds nice, right?  It is, and will be even better once we have electric and plumbing.  That's when my friends weren't so envious anymore.

But, it's okay.  I love nature and the outdoors.  So does Gary.  And we are both quite adaptive to whatever comes our way, sooooo....

See, Gary and I were ready to start a new chapter in our lives.  He's retired from 23 years at a telecommunication company and his kids are 19 & 20 and have jobs and their own places.  My kids...that's a little more involved, but bottom line is they're all good with the move.  At least, that's what they told me up until the move, so I think it's all good.  The 2 exceptions being my oldest son, Robert, who already lives in (northern) Georgia and my second oldest son, Christopher, who died in an accident in June 2018.

After a few last minute errands (like closing my Chase bank account because the closest one to our new home was a couple hours away, in Florida) and filling up the tank with gas, grabbing my almost last Wawa coffee, etc. we were finally ready to go.  It was a Monday, so unfortunately, I didn't get to say goodbye to my kids in person that day, as they were in school, but that's the beauty of texts and snapchat.  Cats and dogs were medicated and we rolled out.

To Be Continued...