We are sitting over our final breakfast at the Hilton Strand, our home for the last week, eating the similar breakfast of the last 6 days: Jimmy is meticulously shelling, splitting, and salting his boiled eggs. I have just finished my porridge with cinnamon and sugar and am relishing the pecan pastry that they have brought back the from the first morning of our stay.

Today is moving day part 2. Yesterday, Jimmy took one of his relocation days to help move all our bags into our apartment. We live about a 15 minute walk from the hotel. I was guessing the cab would cost about 10 Euros with all of our 7 large duffles, 2 large carry on’s and 2 small bags.  Jimmy was thinking it would take about 5 trips back and forth to carry all of these items.

He won out on round one.
But by the time we got the first 70lb and 50lb bags over there, I won.
….and the cab was only 9.70 Euro

The rest of the day was filled with running around the city, price checking items, back to the apartment to take stock (again), and ended with a bottle of wine at an Italian joint down the street.

But as we set out to finish settling in, I am remembering that one week ago, we left the States. And I feel like I haven’t given that occasion its due gravity.

Our families gave us the single best send off that we could have imagined.
After an amazing week of wedding festivities, we returned form our honeymoon and spent an evening with each respective family, where we shared photos and stories from our trip (coming soon to a blog near you). On our final night in Boise, we all gathered at Asiago’s restaurant, where we inhabited one of their private rooms for a few hours.

In one way, it was an amazing night. There was so much love filling the little cavern-room, multiplied by the bottles and bottles of wine that were passed.
On the other hand, it was a horrendous night. There was a palpable sense of sadness in the air. Excitement for tomorrow, sadness for tonight. Everyone avoided to topic, most people were on the edge of spilling emotions, and we all avoided closing the night. But when we did finally give in, very tight and long hugs were given, and we reluctantly got into our cars and left.

But it really was a great night. Jimmy and I are so overwhelmingly happy that our families get along -and even like each other. We are so loved, and everyone is excited about this adventure. End whats a few years when we will see everyone from time to time? And when there is Skype? Its almost like we are on an LDS Mission….just no funny underwear, door to door visits, and we get to use technology. Oh and go to Vegas in June. But I am stuck with this kid 24/7, so there’s that….

But really, Jimmy and I want to thank everyone for the overwhelming love and support we have received so far. For our friends for sending us off with the most incredible wedding celebration ever; for our families for your unwavering support and love; and for everyone who is keeping an interest in where we are and what we are doing. When we get back, it will be like we never left.


0 comment on Moving De Ja Vu

  1. erk.
    September 14, 2014 at 1:41 am (5 years ago)

    i'm loving your blog and am happy to be reading about your adventures! keep on posting and i'll keep reading 🙂


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