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I rented a car in Atlanta, drove to Dallas to get my car, and then drove my car back to Georgia. I was able to get a ride to pick up and return the rental car on both ends from Schneider, so that saved me some money on taxi fares.
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I got to see my grandmother, holiday rambler travel trailers Nanny. She has grown much more forgetful and confused as symptoms holiday rambler travel trailers of her dementia become more pronounced. And when I called her earlier this week, only a couple of days after seeing her, she asked when I was coming to visit. I mentioned being there just days before, and she had forgotten all about it.
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I enjoyed special time with my Mama, my sister Cindy (whom I am fortunate to count as one of my best friends), my Daddy and his family, cousins, my niece Paige, and two of my good friends, Sam and Tim. Every moment was special.
Growing up in Rome, I always thought that wherever I lived, it would always holiday rambler travel trailers be home , the touchstone holiday rambler travel trailers of my life, a cornerstone of continuity no matter what else changed in my world. And for a long time, that was true.
All the years I lived in Dallas, Texas, and Chicago, both places that I loved, they never replaced the idea that my home , the real roots of my life, were in a house in Rome, Georgia, where I grew up in large part my Nanny's house.
When Charlotte and I divorced, my life on every level, in every particle, was uprooted, and I was birthed into chaos. I sought comfort and familiarity in those old notions of home, family, connections, even as I took to the road to start driving a truck.
Then, in December, 2005, when I felt a desire to help care for Nanny, when she couldn't safely live alone any longer, I moved back to Rome, to the house that was home for much of my life, and drove for a local company in Rome.
After 15 months, it was clear that my role in being able to help with Nanny was ended, and I realized that home wasn't where it used to be. I was physically there, around my family, holiday rambler travel trailers in the house I thought of most when I thought home.
When Terry and I quit teaming last December, and I started driving solo again, I finally realized: I am home. Here. In this truck, on this road, living this life, doing what I love, finally at peace with who I am (and who I am not), content in this life that I have chosen, in large part because it is what I have chosen.
So here I am back on the road, on my way to Memphis, Tennessee, with a load I picked up in cold, snowy Buffalo, New York, yesterday. And every mile marker, every turn of my 18 wheels, the whine of the tires on the pavement, the roar of the engine, every wave from other truckers, every smile from pretty girls in passing cars, or servers in truck stop restaurants, every voice on the phone from far away of the people I love, every shift of gears from 2 to 10, every moment spent reading, writing, listening to XM radio or music all of it says: Welcome home.
We are Terry and Allan, two 40-something guys who have been friends for over 20 years who are driving an 18-wheeler around the country and having fun (most of the time) while doing it. We are currently driving for Schneider National (they have the Big Orange Trucks you can see most anywhere -- the next one you see may be us!). We are both single with no current obligations in our lives other than to drive a truck, see the country, and hopefully earn some cash at the same time.