See You Later....
Loading day - we inconveniently were only able to get the truck on a Friday when everyone we know was at work, so, Chris and spent the entire day walking boxes up and down the steep flight of stairs to our apartment. We avoided the heavy stuff until the end as if by sheer exhaustion we could will the stuff onto the truck but, shockingly, we still had to carry it down and I have to say I was very proud of us at the end of the day for managing to box an entire apartment, carry it all down the stairs, arrange it on a truck (that no joke was the size of a semi because it was that or a truck that would have fit our clothes and that's about it), drive the truck 70 miles on the freeway (thank God for Chris there) and then transfer it onto another truck for some lovely mover man to drive it to Michigan for us. It felt so good to be done at the end of the day; we made a fantastic team! But when I walked back into the empty apartment I got very sad about leaving our first home together. We sat on the floor in the middle of the empty living room and I thought about how I wouldn't even be able to drive by and see how the place looks later in life, or even just swing through to see what memory the place evokes that day. Chris tried to cheer me up by saying that even though we're leaving the place we would never have trouble finding the memories and I put it out of my mind for the really tough part, our last night visiting with everyone.
We tried to spend most of the night acting as we would on any other Friday night; no need to spend the whole night sad. So we watched funny internet videos and laughed; we showed them our route on our trusty old travel map and everyone circled their home town, Georgia, Michigan, Kansas, North Dakota, California and Washington, and left us little messages through out the states. We said very tearful goodbyes and thanks to a full day of exhausting moving and emotional rollercoasters I was actually able to sleep.
The following morning, instead of hopping on the road with the sun, we took our time getting to that final goodbye. We made breakfast with Jason and Lauren and sat around until early afternoon when we finally got the courage to say a very heartbreaking goodbye. Chris and I cried until the first Seattle exits and then did our best to pull it together, turn on some music and gear up for our big trip to bookend the most wonderful 3 years of our lives.
We tried to spend most of the night acting as we would on any other Friday night; no need to spend the whole night sad. So we watched funny internet videos and laughed; we showed them our route on our trusty old travel map and everyone circled their home town, Georgia, Michigan, Kansas, North Dakota, California and Washington, and left us little messages through out the states. We said very tearful goodbyes and thanks to a full day of exhausting moving and emotional rollercoasters I was actually able to sleep.
The following morning, instead of hopping on the road with the sun, we took our time getting to that final goodbye. We made breakfast with Jason and Lauren and sat around until early afternoon when we finally got the courage to say a very heartbreaking goodbye. Chris and I cried until the first Seattle exits and then did our best to pull it together, turn on some music and gear up for our big trip to bookend the most wonderful 3 years of our lives.