Can I just tell you how much I hate moving? I am not one that likes a ton of change in my life. I don't usually like being by myself and having to make new friends. This makes moving to a new place hard. On top of that, I am a Brinton, and that by definition means that I am a packrat. I keep things that I have no need to keep. Therefore, I have a lot of junk I have to move. I spent the first weeks in July going through boxes of papers and cards and books and treasures that I have collected over the years, but refused to move to California. This was very good for me, but also very hard. I had school reports and notes from Elememtary School. I had kept every program for every mission farewell and homecoming I had gone to. I had all the school recital programs, movie ticket stubs, airplane peanut bags and luggage claim tickets for any trip I had ever taken. I even had the stub for the cashier's check that I used to pay my speeding ticket with, and the speeding ticket itself. It was a lot of fun to go through my past and walk down memory lane. Then I chucked most of it into a bag and moved on.
Will I ever regret having thrown those papers and memories away or will it even matter if I had saved them in the first place? I don't know. I guess time will tell and I will just keep collecting more junk and papers.
I am just a very sentimental person and I knew what most of the things that I had were and the whole story behind them. I guess I should just get better about journaling what I do and then I don't need to save all of the papers to remind me of things.
Because of this, I did not take any pictures of the moving process. Most of it I did late at night while Mike was working and the kids were sleeping. Pictures just didn't even cross my mind. I wish I would have had a picture of our caravan over to California. Mike drove the Uhaul and led the way. My mom and I drove in the van and my dad drove his truck with Mike's motorcycle in the bed, hauling a UHaul trailer. We brought a lot of stuff. I did however, get some proof of how much fun Nate and Zane had while we were packing. At least someone had fun right?
I do want to thank everyone who helped us with this process. Bethany and Stephanie came over and helped me pack up my kitchen; Julie prodded me along on moving day (thanks I needed that); Karma, Jim, Chaney, Stephanie and Julie watched my kids; Mom came and helped do a little of everything; Jason and Jeff helped load the truck and trailer in the 113 degree heat; Dad got the trailer, took the day off work to helped us move and so many other things; and Randall, Cole and Josh came out to our new house and helped us unpack and let me order them around a bit. I also wanted to thank our new ward. I called the Bishop on Friday night before we left telling him that we would be moving in around 4:30. I didn't call anyone else and so didn't think anything of it. When we got to our complex, our bishop was there to meet us and called and got the Elders and 4 brothers and 1 sister from the ward to come help us unload. In under an hour we were unloaded and bonds of friendship were formed. It my heart good to know that no matter where you go the church is there and you have that support system and an instant group of friends. Thank you Creekside Ward! We could not have done all of this without all of you. And so many more of you wished us well and we are greatful for all of the family and friends who are supporting us on this journey. Thank you all, We love you!
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we miss you guys!
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