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** From September 2014 **

Today I, and 6 others, helped a friend load her moving truck. She is moving away to Texas and we are all really going to miss her.  It’s going to be really weird on Monday to not have her come downstairs to say hello or to talk about gardens and SI and games and Mahjong.  She’s become a huge part of my weekly routine and now that routine is gone.

Oh the flip side, seeing how organized and diligent she’s been about her move makes me want to get just as crazed and organized as she’s been. There’s so much to learn from the friends and people around you.  I forget this lesson from time to time and just wallow in my own head, but I’m trying to clean up that muck and push forward.

One organizational tip from her is to use colored duct tape on boxes, tubs, etc to mark what room it belongs in or a general hint to what it contains.  I’m currently using fluorescent orange to mark our book boxes. So far those are all the boxes I have, but we have other things already packed up that are the wrong season.  I need to make an assessment of those boxes and apply the necessary duct tape color.

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Moving, quite honestly, SUCKS. The packing, sorting, trashing/donating and general stress is less than ideal. Thankfully this time we are not also trying to sell our house.  As I am currently between jobs so this means that I am the main packer and sorter so I am trying to stay motivated and organized. Good thing we kept our non-trashed boxes from the last move. . . read label on box, find items, put back into box.

Little Dude is NOT a happy camper about all of this and has decided that the tape dispenser needs to be snapped at whenever it is in use. He will come running into whatever room you are using it and gets very very irate at it. I think it must be the sound because he just sniffs at it and looks at me like, ‘Now what?’ when it isn’t in use.

We are also ditching our futon. Not moving with that giant hunk o’ junk again, nope nope nope. It’s been the home to our winter gear — snowshoes and skis for the past 5 1/2 months and it’s just not going to find a happy place in our new place.

I’m sad neither one of us found jobs in the current locale, but onward and downward (in elevation)!!! Adventures await us and I am ready to see what will come of this move. It’s not Death Valley, but it sure ain’t the Pacific Northwest either. Also, who gets nosebleeds when they drop 4000 feet in elevation? Apparently I do. . . That sucked. A LOT. Actually it mostly dribbled. TMI? Oh well.

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I suppose this could go on the dog blog, but I’m going to write from the human point of view for once.

Little Dude spent 3 days at a kennel for temperament assessment and swimming assessment. He’s a social butterfly so we weren’t worried aside from the whole “our dog has never tried swimming and never seemed very into it.” He did wonderfully and people loved him. He played well with the other dogs (no surprise) and by Day 2 of swimming lessons was going into the water on his own with the other dogs. I believe the key phrase to note is “with the other dogs.” Otto will do just about anything if other dogs are doing it too. He is very Pack oriented. He gets kinda Pack Happy at the dog park too.

Tired is as tired does, so he is passed out on the couch with me. For a while the hubs was here too so it was a family couch cuddle, but now it’s just me. It started out okay with a real snuggle and then I got up for a minute. This led to LD turning around and crawling his way to face me. . then inch closer and now there is a paw on my leg as the laptop is keeping him from getting his whole head on my lap. Part of his muzzle has made it onto my hip as well.

Snuggle pup moments are meant to be cherished and for an ~8 month old pup, I’ll take what I can get. He was just, “Oh, you smell familiar, but let me go sniff these bones and ignore you” when I went to pick him up. He was more enthused to meet the friend who is visiting us for a few days to help us get settled than to see me. Gee… thanks. But we are back in the snuggle routine and he’s allowing us to foster a human for another few days. Flexible Pup, that’s our Little Dude.

I’m glad he’s home, but I definitely enjoyed the 3 days of being able to maneuver around the house and go out and run errands without having to battle the Boat Anchor/OMGLETSGOLETSGOLETSGO dog walk adventures. Also, our apartment looks far more like a livable space than a maze of boxes.

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Staging Day 2

The box maze continues. Little Dude woke up this morning and started huff-woofing at our boxes. There are A LOT of them, and we could make ‘running’ through the apartment A LOT of fun for him if we really wanted to. So far it’s staging craziness — we have everything socked into one room which will eventually turn into an office space for me. The hubs gets the totally awesome room with the stellar view. I’m jealous but he’s the one who needs an office space right now.

We’ve been in a hotel for the past week so I haven’t really experienced the sun waking me up in over a week. Our bedroom, even with blinds, gets lighter and lighter and by 7:30 I have no choice but to get up. I’m going to run with it — hopefully literally. The only problem is that now I am up and wanting to run errands to get a few things ready for the new home and nothing is open.

My dad was with us all last week and we had so many fun adventures hiking and exploring the new town. We went to a dog park and lo and behold a lady there is Swedish. Little Dude LOVES her dog — he would not stop trying to hump her. And yes I know it’s a dominance thing, but he honestly couldn’t stop and play and he has never been a major humper until he met her. The hilarious thing is that her name is Bella, and that is the same name of Bacca’s girlfriend. My dogs are doomed to follow a pattern. Anyways, the nice Swedish lady is a few years younger than my dad and by the end of our long conversation she was speaking Swedish with my dad. He was so happy. I’m hoping to get over to the dog park next week to see if I can find her again. She is really nice.

In our own little neighborhood we met some other nice people.  As the anvils rolled down the ramp fro the moving truck a neighbor came over to ask what they were for and to introduce himself. Turns out he used to turn the coals for his grandfather’s forge when he was younger and remembers helping out with his blacksmithing. It’s so nice to have a warm reception to your new home. Our last neighborhood was nowhere as nice and welcoming. People waved and said hi but overall we didn’t get that, “Welcome home” feeling that we had within 30 minutes here. It’s something I miss from my neighborhood back home. When I go home it’s imperative that I go see several people on our block and a few others several blocks away. It’s the way you do things there. I’m hoping that the people here turn out similarly.

The sun is creeping over the mountains and so I’m going to start unpacking more boxes.

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It’s horrible to move. It is also awesome. While walking our pup this morning I looked out at the sunshine hitting the golden leaves of the Quaking Aspen and causing the hills to glow. I promptly burst into tears. The pup bounded off into the trees to eat some wild animal poop. He came when called, turd in mouth, and was SO exuberant I forgot about my sorrow and forced him to spit out of some of the fecal matter.

This reminded me that we are moving on to new adventures and to grab the little excitements of the moment and cherish those. Sad as it is to leave this town and the friends we’ve made here, it’s super exciting to move on. I will miss this place, but in the ways you miss somewhere you lived for along time.  The beauty of this town will always be here and I can’t wait to come back and visit.

Today I learned that I will not see one of my closest friends here before we leave. She is the Bringer of Joy. You cannot help yourself but smile and laugh when you see and hear her. Her hugs are amazing, her laughter contagious. It physically hurts to say farewell to people like her. A coworker is throwing a potluck for us and as a fall celebration next week. I’m going to miss her so much. We’ve had ski adventures, cooking celebrations, hikes, dog stories and the ability to rant/plan/discuss at work.

On the joyous farewells — we are going to see a friend perform in a play the last night we were in town. I can’t wait. I saw him in Les Miserables and couldn’t help but laugh and cry. It was amazing. I’m so glad that he is our friend.

There are rare friends here and truly one of a kind. I am looking forward to heading to our new home with mountains where I will get to reconnect with a friend I haven’t seen in years (Pre Hurricane Katrina!!) but who truly understands the wonder of digital watches and the danger of turning into a penguin.

I’m trying to focus on the good and the great, but the sad and lonely are definitely popping up their ugly heads now and again. Pardon me while I go grab my box of tissues.

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… they’re really saying, “I love you.”

I honestly cannot hear that song without bursting into tears. It takes about 5 notes and the first syllable and I can’t even see.  Anyone that says music doesn’t affect them is missing a dose of whatever I seem to have in spades. It’s ridiculous. I could name that songs that are guaranteed to pick me up and the ones that drop me down where I need a box of tissues within arms reach.

Tonight we finished watching Good Morning Vietnam. I’ve seen it before, Louis Armstrong made me cry then, and he made me cry again. That movie is the reason that song causes such a strong reaction. The song is played while a totally different visual assaults your eyeballs. It hurts but in the way I’m sure the movie directors intended. It hits on a visceral level like a discordant chord. Jarring, but yet you can’t stop getting it out of your head.

Anyways, the one line from it really hits home right now because we’re getting down to the wire of leaving. We have two weeks and two-ish days and then it’s farewell.  I’m not sure how I’m going to handle it as we get closer. I feel like crying if I think about it for too long. Right now I’m so dried up from earlier that I feel I can write something.

Tonight we gave away our bookcases. In return we got an awesome red rubber ball for the pup and an offer of pup-sitting while we’re moving. Our dog has the best doggy and human friends ever. We’re really going to miss those four legged beasts. I am hoping to tell everyone at the Dog Park that we’ve gotten reasonably close to that we’re leaving. It’s going to be hard as some of them have just started to become friends. What will our pup do without his BFF (they have matching collars now) to zoom and wrestle with on a weekly basis?

But life goes on, adventures await and we just have to pick up and keep moving. As Dory says, “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.” Right now, I’m focusing on swimming and keeping my head afloat.  The grief of leaving these friends here is pretty overwhelming but I remind myself that  several good friends have already left and we’re still in touch, so I won’t lose touch with the people who really mean a lot to me. One of my greatest friends is in the same town as me now (we’ve known each other since we were about 15) and it’s going to be really painful to leave her. I know I wasn’t the reason she moved up here, but I was definitely a perk. No one likes to lose a reason the place they live is bearable.

The Ladies Night crew is slowly but surely breaking up. “Cupcake” has already been gone for over a year and a half, another coworker left for Alaska this spring and another just moved to Texas. Before the Ladies Night crew two other friends left — one to graduate school not too far away and another to WA. People leave and it pained me something awful to see them go. Well, now it’s my turn to wrench roots from the grips of this lovely town with its postcard views and scenery.

I remember how sad I was to leave my home town to move out here. I lost touch with some people, but others stayed in touch and we found other ways to ‘hang out’ and stay updated on each other. It helps when you’ve had a good portion of your life shared online. Distance isn’t so painful, you find ways to get together when you’re in the same town and it make those hugs so much more worthwhile. . . except you don’t want them to end.

In some ways I am beyond ready to leave. The job, the house, the expensive flights in/out of town. But the reasons to stay are the people. The reasons I miss home are because of the people. BUT this isn’t high school and college where it’s just friends going to class together and hanging out. We’ve had to grow up and face the real world and schedules and marriages and personal lives that mean you can’t hang out every Friday night watching Stargate SG-1, or going to church lock ins and getting next to no sleep once a month.

Toys R Us had it right with their theme song.  I really don’t want to grow up. Life makes you, but that doesn’t mean I have to want it. Life hurts. Life heals, but you have to stand tall and keep moving forward. Family and friends will support you and help however they can because that’s what you do for each other. I am amazed how we all came together to help our Texas-bound friend move. She got so much help from everyone and we all wanted to be there for her.

Well, I’m attempting to grow up a bit over the next few weeks, pack up my life and move to new experiences. Adventure awaits!!

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Focus Fail

I am getting crazy jittery for no real reason other than it’s apparently a fun way for my brain to say, “Hey!! Don’t you want to stay up all night?!?!?!?”  I honestly hate having Spaz Brain, but at least I am getting things done.

We are prepping to move — whee!! My dad’s advice is to pack up one room at a time rather than tackling several rooms at once. I think starting with our book collection is a good idea. That frees up shelves to be dusted and broken down and then voila, we have more space to sort items and store boxes.

I bought a bunch of book boxes today and have successfully packed up two boxes. I’ve also made our coffee table the home to all the programming books from the two bookshelves. That’s A LOT of books (51 so far) and the hubby is the only one who can sort them out as they’re his. I’m proud of my progress, but it’s pretty middling considering what’s left on the shelves. In all fairness the shelves were never organized so now there are piles of books.  Currently coalescing are”nerd books” (i.e. The Klingon Dictionary, a book about Star Wars, several Hellboy comics and a book about Star Trek), scifi/fantasy authors, language books, textbooks, comedy, and some fiction.

Tomorrow I will bring home my books from work that I want to keep (The ArcGIS 9.2 book I have isn’t going to stick around much longer) and get those shoved in a box. Some day books on British plants and birds will come in handy!!

The books are calling. . .

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