Moving Day!

So this post is a bit delayed because for some reason I've had a really hard time downloading photos onto the blog. Who knows ... so at any rate, I may post more pictures later, but for the time being these were the only ones I could get to work. And they're small, which is also irritating. Oh well.

Here is the story of moving weekend:

Friday night: I get home in super hyper mode, knowing that we had a lot of packing and cleaning to do that night. I walk in the door, and Matthew and I spent a few minutes on the bed playing with Henry. Somehow or another ... Matthew was fighting with Henry and I leaned over to see what was happening, unbenoust to Matthew .... as he brought his head up with a tremendous amount of force ... right into my nose.

I've never actually experienced this before, at least so forcefully. And it HURT. We both heard a big crack. As Matt and I realized that the "crack" was actually my nose, Matt started freaking out, thinking he had broken it and I sat, in what I imagine is the closest thing to shock I have ever experienced, rubbing my nose to see if it was still there.

Anyways, this meant I spent the rest of the evening lying on the bed with frozen vegetable bags on my nose. The next morning I had a cut at the top of my nose, that happened from the inside out (creepy) and some bruising, but overall it wasn't too bad.

Saturday morning: was go time. We got everything packed up in the morning and then ran a bunch of errands before heading to the Philadelphia airport to pick up our good friend Jeff, who is making the drive with Matt. We ran some more errands that afternoon, packed the truck that evening with the help of our wonderful neighbors, and said goodbye to our home for the last three years!

At least Matt did. I had to come back the next day to clean it. But then I said goodbye!

Here are some "before" shots. Check out the very organized chaos.


Moving is rough on a little dog, especially one as high strung as Henry. He spent all day Saturday running around, I'm sure in an effort to make sure he wasn't left behind. Anytime we got out of a car, we had to pick him up and carry him out. It's amazing how those little guys can dig their heels in! Anyways, here he is, all stressed out, watching Matt load up the car (my dad says dogs can't be "stressed out", but I do not belive that).

Additional evidence of Henry's stress ... can you make him out under the coffee table? This is not a normal resting place for him, but definitely one of the only places in the house that wasn't covered by a box.

And our little front door ... so cute.

Sunday morning Matt, Henry, and Jeff got up and were on the road by 5am. They made it to Michigan the first day, and then got in the car from Grand Rapids yesterday morning. At this point ... they are still driving. They want to do some fishing in Western Montana, so they drove all day yesterday, through the night last night, and will make it as far today as possible before they collapse and can't drive anymore. They're due to arrive in Washington by Friday evening and will have a little boy trip at Lake Chelan before Matt and his mom hit the final stretch to California.

I am still in the Jers ... working. Oh so fun. I'm living out in a CTI townhouse, which is really nice, but pretty lonely. Luckily I've had great neighbors and friends well aware of my loneliness who call me to chat or invite me over, so hopefully I will survive the next three weeks.

I think that is all for now! More to come soon.