Now, I was a bit hesitant to get back on that dinky airplane to fly back down to Denver, but Chad was with me this time and I knew I could send him on the quest for additional barf bags if needed, so that was definitely comforting. The TSA agents at the Lewistown airport were pretty hard core. There were fours agents and four passengers. We watched them sweep the airport with mirrors to check under every chair, table and every other possible surface for any suspect objects. Each passenger got a pat down, so you knew nothing was getting by these folks. We knew one of the TSA agents and it was pretty funny, we were just chatting with her about our upcoming move before we went through security and then when it was time to board, you saw her put on her game face- it was Go Time. “Can I see your boarding pass and Identification please?" We totally knew she had a job to do and this was required, but it was really funny to see her change from super happy and nice friend into badass TSA agent at the drop of a dime. We got through security no problem, I didn’t take my lip gloss for this leg of the trip so I didn’t have that to worry about (phew!). The flight was a cake walk compared to my last go around.
We met a couple friends for dinner and drinks upon arrival in Denver. Nothing like catching a plane from Montana to go to a happy hour in Colorado- again Life is Good. Man, I am going to miss those guys though. I know the close friends I made during my time in Colorado are the kind of friends you have for life though and that is comforting to know. Plus, I work with most of them so we are forced to deal with each other on a daily basis.
So back to the moving part. I set a goal for myself that I would pack five boxes per night during the month prior to our move. For the most part, I stuck to this goal and it definitely made moving seem less painful. I had to live with a stack of boxes in the living room for a month, but that wasn’t a huge deal for me. The dogs weren’t huge fans of the growing stack of boxes in the living room and the look of fear struck Grace’s face each time I left the apartment, as if to say “please don’t forget me!”
Saturday- moving day is here! Chad’s parents are saints. I can’t describe all of the ways that support their sainthood because there are so many, but they are. They drove from Oklahoma to Denver in a Uhaul truck to not only bring us items that they kindly allowed us to stow at their house for years, but also to help us move from Denver to Lewistown. They got to the apartment around 9:30 am or so and the fun immediately began. For the most part, moving went well and the truck was safely loaded and the apartment was spic and span when we turned in the keys. We couldn't have done it without Kim, she is pro at guiding the moving dolly stacked with boxes through hallways and into elevators.
Chad and I had a ton of stuff packed into a 650 square foot apartment. Everything had its place and I tried to make it not look too cluttered, I hope I succeeded at that (but no need to tell me if I didn’t, ignorance is bliss sometimes). I use to hold on to everything and I mean EVERYTHING (Chad’s parents know this, they helped us move a few times before and were probably questioning their son’s choice in a girlfriend). My favorite shirt that I wore in my junior year in high school, how could I part with this? It might come back in style eventually… There were two different moves that finally did me in and made me start throwing away or donating damn near everything. The first one, I came to the realization that I don’t really need a whole lot to be happy and that shirt from high school that I coveted, was never going to come back in style. The second move, we had very limited space in our storage unit so I pretty much had the mindset that everything must go! Kim was there and can testify to this. I went a little overboard during that though and Chad said he must be present next time I am throwing things away, so he can critique my selections (I don't really blame him, I threw away his coffee maker, which is a no no in this household). But now we have a house with a basement and a garage, plenty of room to collect lots of things. If we move again I am sure it will not be any easy task and a huge yard sale or trash run will be required.
The truck was finally packed and we were ready to grab a bite to eat and hit the road. The drive was pretty uneventful. I-25 North was the autobahn until we got past Cheyenne, Wyoming. After Cheyenne, you definitely start to see again that very few folks live in Wyoming. We stayed the night in Buffalo, Wyoming. It is such a cute little town and if you ever have the opportunity to spend some time there, definitely do it. Of course, during our move we saw very little of Buffalo and went directly to the Super 8 to catch some much needed sleep.
Sunday morning, we get up, eat our breakfast and hit the road once again. Just a few short hours and we will finally be pulling up to our new home! Here is a picture of us entering the state which will be our new home:
We pull up to the house around noon and it is straight to work. We let the dogs go in the house to check things out and immediately they act as though they own the place and Chad and I are merely renting some space from them. When we begin to unload the truck (well, Chad and his parents did most of the unloading- I am kind of useless these days when it comes to lifting heavy objects due to my current condition called pregnancy and also not working out for a few months), the enormity of the task at hand hits me and I kind of have a panic attack. Cleaning, unpacking, painting and holy cow, we own a home in Montana!
The house was pretty dirty when we received the keys, so it all had to be cleaned. The previous owners got all of their stuff out of the house, but it was just dusty and dirty (don’t even get me started on the upstairs bathroom or kitchen). I am sure the fact that it wasn’t my dirt just made it seem even worse and I am sure the previous owners had a ton on their plate while moving out with 2 kids and a baby, but come on people! So I spent the next 2 hours cleaning the upstairs bathroom while Chad’s mom cleaned the kitchen. I don’t know what the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser is made out of and I don’t really care, but let me tell you, it is the best object ever to have in your cleaning toolkit. It gets dirt and grime that you didn’t even know existed off of everything. While we were cleaning, I realized what a huge task it is to keep a house clean. The other houses Chad and I had lived in were about this size, but I was looking for a job back then and I cleaned everyday to use up some of my nervous energy. Now, I am working full-time, we have two dogs and are about to bring a baby into the mix. How on earth is this going to be possible? If anyone in Lewistown is willing to be a part-time nanny and part-time housekeeper, let me know. The pay? Getting to be around two lovely dogs and hopefully the best baby all day long. Priceless, right?
The truck is unloaded and the even more difficult work begins. Finding the silverware.
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