This is slightly epic in length and will be broken down in parts
We put our Oregon house on the market in early June. I cleaned out all the clutter. Jer painted every surface. I redid the cabinets in the kitchen. House staged for maximum sale potential. For sale sign slapped on the lawn.
Shortly after, in early July, Jer left for Green Bay and I stayed behind with four kids, two big dogs, and a house on the market. We had to leave the house a lot - a lot a lot because of 1-4 showings A DAY. We lived at our swim and tennis club. Yes, it's true, selling a house is so incredibly stressful and I cannot impress to you how much I had to hold it together to function in that high level of stress environment.
But after a few weeks flying solo in our respective cities, we decided it was time to get the kids to GB and settle them in a bIT before school started. Jer promptly found us a house in the outskirts of a GB suburb, we booked the movers, and made plans. Then, unbelievably and wonderfully, we got a good offer on our house. Hurray! Off we go with all loose ends seemingly tied up.
First week of August, three very large moving vans pulled in front of our house and loaded up. Side note for those interested. Moving companies often pack multiple households on th same trailer. Then once the trailer is full, the moving van transports toward the general location, dropping off households as he comes to them. So we were up in northern Wisconsin, but apparently there were households on our van that were destined for Iowa, Illinois, and southern Wisconsin and we had to wait for them to be dropped off before our stuff got to us.
My mom came into town to help with the final days of packing and loading our van for driving. Neighbors helped and let us borrow camping supplies that we could use since most of our stuff was already on the moving van.
As with every move, the final day was filled with lame last minute errands but eventually we signed off that the house was good and we were off to Salt Lake City for a pit stop. How I dislike those last minute things!
Mom flew with Lane to SLC and I drove the three boys and dogs in the van (airlines won't fly dogs in the heat of summer so we had to drive - otherwise it would have been all flying to our new destination and shipping vehicles)
The drive was done in 1.5 days with a quick overnight in Pendleton. As excited as I was to leave Oregon and get started in our new chapter of life, I couldn't shake the feeling of despair about leaving the PacNW, my home since 1994. Even though I grew up and generations of my family lived in Utah, I don't feel a close connection with that area. When Jer played baseball, we lived in the south and eastern parts of the US, but always returned to Seattle in the off season. Seattle, Portland, and most places in the PacNW are where I love to be. The weather, the growing climate, the general cultural attitude is what I feel is authentic to me. So it saddened me to know that I would most likely not be returning to the nw for many many years (and possibly never again).
As I reflected on my internal transition, I listened to a few audiobooks while the boys entertained themselves with hours of photobooth on my iPad and stops to redbox along the way for portable DVD players. I listened to Pioneer Woman's memoir, warm bodies by Isaac Marion, and How Children Suceed by Paul Tough. My ride was over before I knew it.
While on the road to Utah, I got a call from the driver of the moving van that he was way ahead of schedule and would be delivering to GB in the next two days. That meant our pitstop/catch-a-breath time in SLC would be cut down to one day! Jer would fly out to SLC to meet me and the kids. I would fly out to GB to meet the van driver in his early delivery and Jer would drive the van/dogs/kids out by himself. It was about 1500 miles and he did it in two days. Part 2 tomorrow....