The Journey

The Colorado November day was sunny, crisp and clear.  The muscles were sore and the nerves a bit frayed.  We left a day later than planned due to a few hiccups on the bank's end with getting the mortgage approved in time for the planned settlement date.  It wound up being pushed to the following Tuesday, but things were looking positive so we proceeded on with our move. 

We ran out of room in the Penske truck and wound up renting a 6 x 12 pull behind trailer too.  So our caravan consisted of my husband, Scott, driving the Penske and towing my car, while I drove the SUV with all three "kids" (two cocker spaniels and one kitty) and towed the trailer.  We left on a Friday afternoon and made it to Las Vegas, New Mexico that evening.  Saturday morning we were on the road by 8:30 and drove through a very windy section around Santa Fe.  Scott was barely able to go above 45 mph at that point, and I was feeling the trailer blow around a bit.  At this juncture I thought maybe we wouldn't make it to AZ until Thanksgiving!  But after finally getting through the rough spot we continued on without mishap.  It was a long drive, but the kids traveled really, really well.  We took an unplanned tour of Flagstaff when looking for gas (we always wanted to explore the area, just not exactly at that time. . . ) and got a little turned around, but once back on track arrived at our destination at around 8:00 pm.  Whew, finally made it.  After hauling that trailer, I'm ready for "Ice Road Truckers"!  (Okay, maybe not).

Monday was very busy with phone/Internet, Directv, and movers arriving to help unpack us.  It was a real Tetris puzzle trying to figure out what furniture would fit where (we downsized).  Scott was back to work by Monday afternoon in our makeshift "office", and I spent Tuesday and Wednesday trying to make sense of the boxes piled neck high in our garage.  By Wednesday (having not hooked up the washer and dryer yet) I was on a mission to find Scott's jeans -- no success.  Thursday I again was on a mission to find Scott's jeans.  The good news was I got the closet organized, the bad news was, yea you guessed it, no jeans.  I wound up unpacking around 10 boxes that day (who knew we had so much ahem, crap) and by 3:30 -- eureka!  Jeans!  Happy day!

So while we are slowly getting unpacked, the kids are finally adjusting and curious to see what treasures I'm pulling out of each box next.  The boys are having fun exploring the property, while the cat is cautiously slipping into cabinets and nooks and crannies to see what hiding places she can find.

Having worked my entire adult life, it's been odd not to get up every morning and go to work, but I am welcoming the opportunity to actually organize the house for once after a move without jumping right back into work. 

Well, time to start unpacking boxes again.  Today's mission -- find the silverware and ditch the plastic forks!

Fondly,

Chris

P.S.  Saw our first Roadrunner this week right at our front window.  Very interesting bird.  Scott was totally intrigued, which isn't surprising since he owned two Roadrunner cars during his teenage years.