More bitter than sweet, that's for sure

I’ve been thinking a lot about our last week in Boise. And I’ve come to a pretty solid conclusion.

It was horrible. Absolutely horrible.

I’d pictured my last moment of living in Boise many, many times. And in my head, it always played out as a bittersweet time. There would be visits to favorite haunts and eating at restaurants “one last time”. There would be family get togethers and exchanges of fond memories. You know….lots of laughing and crying...kind of like in the movies

So, um...bittersweet was way more bitter than sweet. In fact, Kevin and I have decided that it was the worst week of our lives. We have never been more stressed out and exhausted and stretched . Not ever.

Kevin went a little loopy with the stress.

My mom was a real life saver that week and was over pretty much every day. And to repay her, I’m going to post her picture on the internet. She will be so pleased.

In the midst of the chaos, we were able to have a family brunch to say good-bye to parents and grandparents. But Kevin and I were too stressed out to feel the sadness that our family was feeling. We were just too darned stressed out. It was good to see them all, though.

Nothing says "good bye" like forcing everyone to smile!

So, here we are with my family.

And here we are with Kevin's family.

After the brunch it was back to business. We had 2 days to pull of some major moving magic. See, I had made lists and lists and lists of things that had to be done and I’d made a time line of events. And in my head everything went smoothly and peacefully. But nothing seemed to happen according to those lists and timelines. Everything seemed to all happen the last 3 days. It was frantic scrambling that literally came down to the moment we pulled out of driveway.

We didn’t leave town until 1 pm. And up until that time we were cleaning and packing the moving trailer and basically freaking out. Oh, how I wish I was joking about that.

We were a mess.

It wasn’t until we closed up the house and secured that real estate box thingy, that we really felt the gravity of what we were doing and then…holy crap ….did we ever cry.

That one last look inside our house was indescribably difficult.



We were both so scared and so incredibly freaked out by the risk we were taking. Every ounce of assurance that we had been feeling up until that point had left us and we felt very vulnerable and very very tired.

But we’d made our choice and there was no turning back. We were moving to Dallas.

So we got in my 2001 VW Bug and hit the road. Us and our 2 very annoyed cats.

Four days later we rolled into the greater Dallas/Fort Worth area and all of our fears and trepidations lifted. It felt like we were home.

These past 2 weeks have been very different, full of lots and ups and downs. But we know that we are where we are supposed to be and are looking forward to what God has for us down here.

Jeremiah 29:11
"I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

*edited for title wierdness