If you remember, it all began when I got the exciting news that my husband got a new job.
Things began happening very, very quickly after that. And the next thing I knew he was off on his own in our new home state of WA.
I was left to manage the home front. Naturally, I took full advantage of my help.
Time went by pretty quickly(for the most part) and before I knew it I was worrying about how to get all this stuff into my orange backpack to take on the plane.
I did manage. Altho, Im not entirely certain how. I even shoved a good portion of all of our closets into those suitcases.
Just in time, too. Because shortly after that the packers made an appearance.And soon, all my rooms were packed neatly into great big boxes.
Except this. I had to be able to use my computer, of course.
And as you can see, the boxes were labeled with great care.
Even Helen, my yellow chicken, was lovingly identified.
After all my belongings were packed, this huge truck showed up at my house.
The floors were all covered very carefully in pretty, blue quilts to protect them from scratches and such.
So, while these guys wrapped my couch up in saran wrap...
I headed out to look inside that big truck. This was the front end of that truck getting filled.
The movers worked and worked and worked...so very hard....so I supplied them with a lunch full of pizza and soda. G made fast friends with the driver, Shawn. So they enjoyed their lunch on the front porch and engaged in a great conversation about moving to WA, sneakers, dinosaurs, and how sometimes its hard to be almost 4.
What began at 8am ended right before 3pm. And only after loading every single one of my possessions, did that big ol truck pull away from the house and head on out to WA.
The kids and I departed shortly after that great, big truck. And in a few short weeks, that truck and I will be joyfully reunited.
The Weekend Dish: 2/17/2018
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