One of the post-move things that will always rip my heart out is watching my kids say goodbye to their extended family after spending time with them.
Goodbyes are not fun.
They weren't fun when we first left to move here, and they still aren't fun about two years in.
Grace is a hot mess. She is very, very good about giving
We're fresh off our first meet the family somewhere in the country so no one has to continually burn all their vacation days and dollars on a trip to Oregon, Pennsylvania or New Jersey. Nothing wrong with any of those spots, naturally, but isn't it more fun to meet somewhere different so everyone gets to travel? :)
We met my parents and my brother and
Today's entry for hilarious things we found while unpacking.
Yes, that is a bunch of mostly used chalk. Wrapped preciously like family heirlooms.
The thing about moving? Eventually you run out of time to "get organized" and "purge" - so you are forced into anything goes. This is exhibit A in the anything goes school of packing, and another example of the fine
You might remember my lack of pictures from my first trip out here. I tried to make up for it when we flew in this time. Here are the shots of the plane ride into Portland. The quality isn't great because, well, they were taken from a speeding airplane through two panes of glass. Hopefully, though, you can get a sense of the beauty!
I can't sleep past 5:30 a.m. yet. I hope that changes reallllllllly soon.
It's ok though, because Gavin is up to keep me company. He trots into our room anywhere between 4:30 and 5:00. On the other end, he falls asleep between 7:15 and 7:45. He actually laid himself down on the couch and fell asleep last night. First time ever.
Kenny and Grace
Our digs are pretty nice - it's clean and bright and fit all of us comfortably. Don't get me wrong - we will absolutely get cabin fever if we have to spend rainy weekend days cooped up in this space, but it's definitely workable.
It's really close to work for Kenny and school for the kids.
There's a Starbucks and Walgreens right across the street.
Our 7:15 a.m. Monday flight came really quickly. We were exhausted - all of us. I was especially cranky. I attribute this to a few things:
I really couldn't see because my eyes were so swollen from all the crying I did the day before.
I am insanely bloated because I have been eating nothing but junk for pretty much a week straight due to
When I say Portland, almost everyone gushes about the wonderful great outdoor activities Portland has to offer. Philadelphia Bridget wasn't really into the great outdoors, but Portland Bridget is pretty open minded and willing to try new things. (Within reason. I will probably not start hunting or eating game meat, for example.)
So, I decided to practice. Sure, it was more out of necessity than
Over the past two weeks, we've literally said "see you soon" to practically everyone we know and love. (Goodbye = way too ridiculous. I can't say goodbye. I hate it. Always have. I'd much prefer to ride off into the sunset on a horse with my back to everyone so I can't see them cry and them, me. You know, good old cowboy style.)
So, it's Friday before we move. Last day of packing.
I really can't imagine what else is left to go...other than our beds, of course.
I mean, I was already working on the painted hardwood floor in my office surrounded by dustbunnies and fun little items that had taken up shop underneath my desk, behind my filing cabinet, next to my printer cart, etc. I would