End of August:
Landlord is crazy. He's threatening us. We don't feel safe. We have to move. Tomorrow. Stay up and pack until 2 a.m., maybe get 1 or 2 hours of sleep...living off adrenaline.
In the morning: Load 2 26-foot Penske trucks in 2 1/2 hours (thank you awesome ward!)
Leave that afternoon for Utah. Arrive 1:30 a.m. (thanks Jared!)
Sleep well for the first time in weeks.
Next day: Unload stuff into Brother-in-law's garage (thanks Joe!).
Day after that: Take Jeff to the airport for him to continue working in Denver (so hard!).
2 weeks later:
San Diego job is coming through (whew!)
Meet Jeff (who is driving a Penske for his brother) in Cove Fort, UT to drive to San Diego.
Next day: Arrive in San Diego, help unload 2 26-foot Penske trucks for Brother and Sister-in law
Next 3 days: Look at rental houses in San Diego. On 3rd day, find the perfect one--it's still available, Hooray! I fly back to Utah, Jeff flies to Denver.
1.5 weeks later:
Got the Job in San Diego.
Load stuff from Brother-in-law's garage into 2 26-foot Penske trucks (do we see a theme here?). (Thank you family!)
Next day: Drive to San Diego! (thanks Mom and Dad!) Arrive just in time to unload a few mattresses and find some sheets. Sleep well
Day after that: Unload the trucks and get moved in!
The next week: Unpack and get organized. Unpack so there are no boxes in sight. We're sick of living out of boxes!
Since then: Family is back together, loving San Diego weather (currently 85 degrees!), using cloth diapers again, school in full-swing, visited the beach twice, started sewing a little bit again, finding my way around, terribly missing Colorado friends, emotionally recovering from the drama.
Next step: Build a house. After these last few months, it shouldn't be too hard, right?
