My mom flew through San Jose the day before the move and I passed off Davis to her at the airport so I could be baby-free during the loading and the drive. The day was crazy enough without him--I don't know how I would have done it all while holding a baby. He continues to prevent me from making progress at the new house, but what can you do when he's this adorable?
Some of my friends came over the night before the move to help with last minute stuff--we finished up pretty quickly so we mostly just ate chocolate and The Mostess became obsessed with Tyler's delicious-smelling armpits. (Old Spice). After they left I found this guy tucked into a box:
Kaari, I still hate scarecrows, but I love to hate them because of you. I put him up in my laundry room and he makes me happy whenever I see him.
I hired a couple of subpar "professional" movers from craigslist. They showed up on moving day and banged furniture around and threw it willy nilly into the Penske. After two hours they left and Tyler had to rearrange everything. I hustled to get the rest of our stuff out to the driveway because we had cleaners coming at 1:00. I had a $2000 deposit that I was determined to get back.
The old house.
Now renting for $3000/month!!!!!!!
We worked all day. Things got ugly late afternoon when the kids were melting down and we had all the unbox-able stuff left (bikes, the grill, big saws. . . .) Carly showed up in glory and helped Tyler load that stuff and then took my kids away.
Not just another pretty face.
I will forever be grateful! I was thrilled that we got everything on the truck. I had been so worried about that. The truck was so full that Penske's dolly wouldn't fit in it--I had to drive it in Goldfinger.
All my material possessions.
After a month of packing and a day of loading, I honestly felt like that whole caravan of STUFF could go up in flames and I wouldn't cry. Stuff is the worst.
We did our final walk-through with the landlord, and it was strange to see my house so empty.
I kept it together all day (too busy to weep), but finally lost it when a couple of Tyler's cute young men came by to say goodbye.
Check out this pile of trash we left (Sunnyvale lets you schedule a pick-up day--I love refuse removal):
Tyler got a headstart, but he was easy to spot.
We rolled into my mom's house that evening and I had about twenty minutes before I had to go to the airport to fly back to California for a friend's funeral. Tyler and my family had the unloading done by the time I got back the next day. It's almost been a month! Next post, should I ever post: My New Life. Which is pretty much like My Old Life only without friends.