The weeks leading up to the big move were mainly spent working and trying to pack in between working. Mr. Llama was in CO (he came home for a brief wonderful 1.5 weeks of Christmas and New Years and then back to CO until the move) and I was "home" trying to pack up the house while working full time.
I put in my two weeks notice at work, but being the nice person I am and thinking I had nothing but time I gave a tentative three weeks notice..... with the third week being optional not thinking it would be mandatory. I managed to pack a bit at night during the two weeks and was feeling really good about my progress when I got told that schedules changed and we were moving sooner than later. Much sooner. The following week sooner. AGH!
Mr. Llama came home the week of our move to help finish packing. Work was still in denial about me leaving and hadn't let me hire a replacement yet. Internal stressful chaos was the result of that last week in Oregon. On top of that was a minor family emergency on the coast that required a half day's visit. It was great to see my family and I was thankful things were okay and getting better, but it was still one more stressful event. I'm not sure how I managed to survive.... Not sure that I did actually. I think I had an out of body experience that whole week.
I manage to convince work to let me hire a replacement on Thursday and trained for the remainder of Thurs and Fri. My hopes of leaving work early were dashed when I still was going over protocols the last minute. (It has been apparent in the weeks following that those two days of training were wasted as I get texts every day asking about basics, but that's another bitter story that I am trying to avoid and forget).
The moving crew showed up surprisingly on time Saturday morning and loaded up our entire household goods inside a trailer. Cleaning help showed up later and did the majority of the cleaning. SOOO thankful for them. I was wiped out of energy by noon and would NOT have been able to rally my body to do what they did. The plan was to drive out that day, but since I had been working until that night before we didn't have time to do the big last minute things. We spent the next couple days and nights running around last minute errands; trading in the car for a pickup truck, sleeping in the camper, picking up parts, making sure the trailer and truck were in working order, etc.
We woke up bright and bushy tailed early Tuesday morning and headed out! Mr Llama drove the truck (with camper attached) and trailer while I drove the pickup truck that we had acquired as a result of the car trade in. KB rode with me the majority of the first day and Mr. Llama the majority of the second. We would have made it the second night, but it was snowing, windy, and dark by 7pm.... not exactly my cup of tea. We had encountered snow and ice on the way out of Oregon (horrible conditions and truckers parked in the middle of the road the entire way up the pass), throughout Idaho (not so bad, but still finger clenching for my lack of snow driving experience), in Utah (not so bad, but still there), and in Wyoming (agh). When we passed through to Colorado I was about done with driving. We rested up one more night in the camper and then set out Thurs morning for the last stretch.
Mr. Llama has made the same trip 5+ times and never encountered snow and ice like this time around. I was feeling very tried and tired. I said an extra prayer before following behind Mr. Llama one last time. KB wanted to ride with me that morning and was happily playing with her toys and books. It was my first time in a white-out. I was NOT happy about it and honestly had a really really really hard time with it (to put it lightly). We made our way down the mountain and witnessed several vehicles that went off the road the night before. I was feelings very blessed and thankful that I was driving carefully and the truck was operating good. KB decided to throw up as we were 30 mins from town. I was finger clenching the wheel at the time and told her to just use her blanket. Poor girl gets carsick a lot.
We finally rolled into town and made it to Grandpa's house were we spent Thurs night. I was overwhelmingly happy that the drive was done and only too exhausted to fall asleep early that night.
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