Moving Day

How does one put a 1977 orange Fiat Spider that hasn't run in nearly a year on a trailer bed, exactly? Well, one doesn't. Four do. With the help of a tool endearingly called a "come along". And, of course, it was raining.

It took us a lot longer to load up than we had anticipated. About 4 hours longer. And that was with help. We don't even have that much stuff and I was so packed and ready. I think we were distracted with kind of not wanting to go and really wanting to stay.

We got as far as Cottage Grove before tapping out for the night. We got such a late start on the road and the rain wasn't helping so we got a hotel and some much needed sleep. Knocking just 90 minutes off of a 8 hour drive sure does take it out of a gal.

If you squint, that sign says "Welcome to Seattle". Admittedly, that did feel good to be done with the leaving part of moving.

This shows ALL of the change we've seen in the past two years. Grass, house color, new windows, awning, rock work, clean up, tear down, baby, gray hairs, more love and support, f.u.p.a., laugh lines, tear stains. Yup. All there. All worth it.

Thank you, little house. You've made adults out of us. You helped make us a family, too.