the move

alright so we've been in utah for approximately 5 weeks now.
no longer nyc residents (which i've been denying a bit hence the delayed posts about my reality),
but perhaps the depression has subsided a bit and i can chat about how things have been.
i've only had a few lonesome wake ups for nyc the past little while so there's hope on the horizon.

a final mini apartment family pic

first the move:

how is it possible that 340 square feet can be such a mess to move from....

340 folks- a literal closet for some folks.

sadly we had become storage pros so every possible mechanism had been utilized to cram as much crap into that space as possible.

our cheapest means of moving was to just ship the small things and trash the furniture/heavy items....

it is rough throwing away perfectly good appliances and the like, but that's how these things go in nyc.
picture this-
10-15 large boxes
post office half a mile away
dale and i packing them (and by both of us i mean mostly dale)
first we utilized mary's stroller, but it started making some weird noises due to the weight so....
we tried to find a dolly we could rent- no luck without it being a crazy hassle.
soo... dale found an old office chair and broke the back off of it
a very effective white trash extravaganza.
glorious thing about nyc is chances are (at about 99.9%) you'll never see the same random person on the street twice.
thus ensued our finest resourceful move to date.
everything went pretty smoothly until the last box-
at a pound over weight the biotchy usps postal worker gave dale major grief.
so he had to pack it back home and separate it into 2 different boxes all minutes before we were supposed to head to the airport.....
stupid.

we got all checked out and then came the task of getting our crap to the airport....

4 checked bags (massive ones)- because when they ride free you just do it.

2 strollers- yes 2

and 3 carry-ons

plus a toddler (which really a toddler alone is task enough to get to and on an airport- mama's you feel me.)

it's the only time we've ever taken a taxi. 

remarkable, yes- we lived in nyc for a whole year and this is the only time our teeny family ever rode in a taxi. 

believe it. 

the taxi man was less than pleased when he saw our load of crap. 

we crammed it all in-

me sitting in the back with a folded up stroller in my face and mary on my lap surrounded by bags. 

in that moment i was happy i had packed about 30 fruit snacks and that mary likes youtube. 

praises. 

we arrived and remarkably got all 400+ pounds of our crap checked onto the plane or through security to be checked at the gate. 

miraculous. 

then came the battle of the all day flight. 

which is always glorious with a fidgety toddler. 

i worry every time we fly and every time we fly she's practically an angel. 

we had a 2 hour lay-over in chicago,
and then onward to utah.

it's sad to say but i'm not quite sure i've ever been that depressed to fly home.
a life plan cut short is no way to end a life plan.
an epic life plan replaced with a  move in with the parents is extra depressing.
so we mulled around in homelessness surrounded by the kindness of family.
the first week or so wasn't so bad because first, i was in denial, and second, we traveled around a lot from place to place.
once the travel plans were up.... well the reality of our situation began to set in hard.
a hardness that settles and won't soften.
life has a way of teaching you lessons when you most need them.
unexpectedly hard lessons;
who knew a sudden move from an unknown megapolis to a small familiar town could teach me so many lessons and instantly humble me to this thing called life.
you've got my full attention life- best teach me right.

 (farewell 4g)

more on the following weeks of lives lessons to come.
happy living folks- every day is unexpectedly beautiful in it's own good and bad of it.