We recently-as in last week-made a cross country move. With a large dog. Without our daughter. Just my husband, our son, and me. And the dog. (Did I mention there was a large dog involved?) I won't bore you with the details of packing up and moving except to say that there are a thousand details involved and you need the help of about that many friends, or at least one amazing sister-in-law. And your dad. THEN, when you get to the other end of the move, you need those friends (or said sister-in-law) again. Only they aren't there with you. You're all alone in a new place, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people you don't know and many, many boxes. You can't find the closest post office to mail back the flatware of your mother's that you accidentally packed. And even if you found the post office, you couldn't get there because, in preparation for the move, you traded in both your older model vehicles on one newer vehicle which has to transport your husband to work.
So this is my story of unpacking and settling in and making new friends. Like the girl next door who call things to me as she jumps on her trampoline. "Hi!" jump "I like your dog!" jump "What kind is it?"
Oh Anne, my dear friend, have you ever moved in your married life? I did only once, from Calgary to here. I hope all goes well for all of you as you settle in, including Rascal. I'm proud of you for starting a blog. I have no idea how. Have a good night, and don't forget to set your clock back....or do they do that in Calif?
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