Strange how history has a way of repeating itself ... sort of. Thirty-six years ago, Kimberly's parents, Bob and Ann, packed up all of their belongings in a Uhaul truck, and moved with their nine-month-old baby to Minnesota where Bob was to begin graduate school. Two weeks ago Kimberly and I traveled full circle when we rented a Penske truck and moved with our eight-month-old baby to California where I (Nathan) will begin grad school at UCSD. Bob and Ann's journey was epic: they ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere; witnessed their Uhaul tip over on it's side while stopped on the soft shoulder of the interstate (none of the packed belongings moved, Bob was proud to say); found themselves comforting the youngest daughter of the couple traveling with them when they lost track of her parents, traveling with the truck, for days; and ended up on a fruitless search for the couple's new apartment at Iowa State. They never did find apartment 2Br.

Our five-day journey, although arduous, was less eventful. Our truck never rolled over (and had only 5,000 miles on it when we picked it up); we never ran out of gas; were able to reconnect with our friend Dain in New Mexico, who volunteered to drive the truck, after we parted company with him in Colorado; and had no trouble finding our own two-bedroom apartment in La Jolla. During our travels we stayed with friends who opened their homes to us each night, fed us dinner and breakfast, and sent us off with garden produce to keep up our strength along the way. I guess we're off to a good start. Feel free to follow the link we have posted to Shutterfly to see some of the photos from our journey.