There’s a good reason for the crickets chirping on my blog this week…..WE GOT OUR ORDERS!!! (the link is to my SpouseBuzz post, so read that real quick and then come back to read this!!)
This is a very exciting thing, because it means we can go full-steam ahead. I can’t tell you how hard it is to be patient while you wait for the military to control everything regarding your move. (And if we’re friends in real life, thank you for putting up with—and continuing to listen—to my rants!) We’re still waiting for the dates when the movers will come take our things away, but at least we have the ball rolling.
Yesterday, my husband took the day off and we drove up to Atlanta in two separate cars. Why did we take both cars to another city? Because we had to drop my car off—it’s currently on its way to Italy! They put it on a boat (cargo ship) and it’ll cruise overseas to our destination.
Moving my car, it turns out, has been the single best experience of this PCS so far. The people at Atlanta’s American Auto Logistics VPC location not only knew exactly what was going on, but they were helpful, understanding, organized, and completely competent for everything. It was seriously amazing and I practically hugged everyone and told them I loved them before I left.
We had to show up with three sets of orders, registration and title (or a permission letter from your lease/loan holder), military ID, a full set of keys, no personal items in the car, have the car vacuumed and washed, and have 1/4 tank or less of gas in the car.
|If you’re ever going to siphon gas, don’t have plastic below the gas container. That’s a very big no-no, since it can apparently start sparks pretty easily.|
We had everything but the last requirement. It turns out my car is pretty darn good with gas, and despite driving around and trying to waste gas (I think we’re the only people in America who tried to waste gas), we didn’t succeed and my husband tried siphoning it out. Unfortunately, we could only get about 1/2 a gallon out, so they’re going to run my car in idol to waste gas.
Once they sign you in, everything in your car gets put into a box that’s signed, sealed, and stashed in the trunk until you get your at the destination.
|No personal items may be left in the car—everything with your name must be taken out.|
They do a very thorough job of checking out every dent, ding, and dimple on your car and make a note of everything. My car is in fairly good shape, but his inspection paper made it look like my car’s been through the ringer! The worry-wort in me wondered what would happen if: A) my car fell off the boat and B) if another car ran into my car on the boat. After laughing at my question for a solid minute, he insured me that—in his nine years on the job—neither have ever happened. Whew! It should get there in one piece…hopefully.
While they inspected the car we waited in their little waiting area. Even though we don’t have kids, I appreciated the thoughtfulness of having a little kid’s corner. The whole process (minus the siphoning) took exactly 40 minutes, which was much faster than I thought it’d be.
Before we knew it, it was time to say, “adios” to my car.
|Sad face. It was hot, humid, and I looked horrible. Skip this photo and move on to the next.|
|He checked the odometer one more time and then….|
|…he was off!|
The next time I see my car it’ll be riding along the streets of Italy!