|April 18, 2011|
We begin to pack the truck and only after the truck is full do we realize there is no engine. We will have to pull the truck ourselves across the country. I ask if there are some horses to help with the pull. I am told there are only goats left in the world and that all the horses are gone.
I pull the truck across the roads and realize that I do not want the stuff in the truck anymore. I pull my sleeping daughter out of the truck cab and move off away from the truck and my books and the three pieces of furniture.