No, they aren't bags that astronauts use. They're these babies, and they are awesome! My clothes and blankets are all going into them. Even though we've gotten rid of a lot of furniture, we're still a little concerned (possibly unfounded) about having too much crap for a 16' moving truck. We went with that size because the next level up was almost $1000 more expensive. No joke. So funk dat.
Some of the bigger things that didn't sell at the yard sale are gone today thanks to Craigslist, so that is bitchin'.
My mission for tomorrow is boxes. Find more boxes. Fill more boxes.
Also, moving truck rental fees are too damn high.
Packing. Final appointments with so-and-so, followed by more packing. Setting and end date and leaving a forwarding address with such-and-such company. Changing the address with other companies we will keep using. Talk to the realtor. Check emails from anyone interested in buying some of the things still up for sale on Craigslist.
In a nutshell, that was my day. This will be my life for the next two weeks. :)
Thank goodness today was filled with more relaxing things than not. The break was needed. We'll hit the ground running again tomorrow. :)
I bought a dash cam so I can record my two-day journey from Fargo to Phoenix. We tested it out today and it works beautifully. For an entry-level cam, it has excellent picture quality and I was surprised at how well it endured bumps in the road. I'm pretty stoked; I've always wanted to record a road trip, and why not catalogue the longest cross-country trip I'll drive by myself?
Whelp, thats a wrap. We picked a beautiful, sunny day for a yard sale. We started at 9 a.m. and were pretty steady until one-ish. Then the action died. We closed up at 2 p.m.
Here's a glimpse at what our setup looked like at the start of the sale:
...and at the end:
We also sold our lawn furniture to our neighbors when they saw that no one else bought it, so that's gone, too.
Overall, the sale was a success. We didn't clear the place out as we had hoped in our wildest dreams, but we'll donate the small stuff that's left and see how the bigger stuff does on Craigslist before we consider donating it, too.
After an exhausting day, I'm glad it's raining so I won't feel bad about playing video games for the rest of the night. :)
The crossroads are coming.
Some things like last hurrahs with coworkers are already happening or on tomorrow's agenda. It's occurring to me more often that I'm saying to myself, "That's probably the last time I do [ ]" throughout my days. I'm not overly sentimental, so I don't get emotional about things like this, but I do take mental note of them.
We're also preparing for leaving things behind in a more literal sense, as in the yard sale. We spent the evening setting things up in the garage and I'm feeling a level of physical exhaustion that I haven't felt in ages. It's a glorious feeling. :)
While Patrick and I set up, Teddy snuck outside for a rare venture in the front yard. He's usually limited to the deck in the back, but we thought we would let him roam for a bit just because. We don't usually do this because he inevitably starts munching on grass and doesn't stop until he pukes, which we obviously don't appreciate. So before you watch the video below, guess how long it took before Teddy started munching on grass and comment with your answer. Winner gets 1000 Good Karma Points™.
I can't believe we will soon call this beautiful place home. It's surreal at the moment.
Images courtesy of Google Maps and found by my husband. :)
As you can see, we will have a little bit of everything up for grabs. No reasonable offers refused. We want this stuff gone and the big stuff is especially still in excellent condition.
Just please, for the love of all that is good in the world, DO NOT knock on our door at 7 a.m. and ask if you can look at things early. My cranky ass will kick your ass. :) We're opening the garage door at 9 — no sooner or later — and that's final. Once that happens, then the mayhem begins.
I mentioned yesterday that Mesa would be our new home...at first. What I mean by that is that we won't be at our first Phoenix residence for long because it belongs to someone else. One of Patrick's aunts lives in Mesa and we will stay at her place as housesitters while she spends the summer in cooler pastures. (Reverse snowbirding, I guess?) This saves her the expense of paying the bills while she's gone since we'll take care of them, and it also eliminates the cost of her paying someone else to take care of the house. As much as this benefits her, it's even better for us. Staying at her place buys us time to find a place of our own, line up jobs, etc., with less of a financial burden than if we started renting a place right away. This is one hell of a break and we know it. We are beyond grateful.
While en route back to Casper on Wednesday, Patrick got a call from the hiring committee in Salt Lake. They hired someone else. So be it.
The initial reaction of several people upon this news has been, "Oh, I'm so sorry," only for one of us to say, "Don't be!" We knew that if Patrick had the expertise this particular place was looking for, he was in. If not, he still made it to the final round and that alone was an accomplishment. Plus, simply knowing our next destination is a relief in itself. Now we can start working on officially making the break from Fargo to our new home, which will be in Mesa. More on that tomorrow. :)
My apologies once again for a lack of posts this week. It was a busy one. We flew back to Casper for my mom-in-law's memorial service on Wednesday, did memorial service things Thursday, spent as much time with as many family members possible on Friday, and spent quality time in a grand total of four airports as we made our way home yesterday. Whew! As we gear up for the big move, I will make a better effort at posting something — anything — so that I maintain my goal of updating this blog daily.
With all that's going on right now, Patrick and I mutually agreed that flying out to California on Monday (on our own dime, no less) for a job he *might* get just isn't in the cards right now. So it's back down to Salt Lake or Phoenix. We still haven't heard from Salt Lake, which probably means than an offer is in someone else's hands right now. That's okay. Even with no job prospects (currently) on the horizon, Phoenix would be one hell of a place to live.
When I started this project, I said I would write something daily, even if it was just a sentence.
Clearly, I've fallen back on that promise, albeit for good reason.
Late Thursday night, my husband got a phone call that changed our lives forever. His mother had died in her sleep at the age of 61. Too young. We now know that she died from a massive heart attack that struck so quickly, she might have barely felt it happen.
The days following this news have been a whirlwind. We took off for Wyoming, where we both grew up and where both of our families still live, on Friday. We took care of arrangements for the memorial service on Saturday. We drove back to Fargo all day yesterday, and today I worked, floating through my day in a zombified state due to lack of sleep. I suspect that sleep will be a rare commodity this week, as we fly back to Casper Wednesday evening, carry out the service on Thursday, spend time with family on Friday, and return to Fargo late Saturday evening. Maybe we'll sleep on Sunday.
The week following all of this is my last week at my job. The reality of that is hitting me, as I will probably (and unfortunately) have to leave unfinished work with my colleagues. My time will be up far sooner than it seemed just a few short days ago. Before all of this happened, I had everything perfectly timed and I planned on making an exit with all my tasks completed, but life is rarely so organized and will often turn your world upside down as a reminder that you're not really the one in charge. Life is messy. And I hope they will graciously accept the fact that my life is exceptionally messy right now.
Something both unexpected and overwhelming happened yesterday. Patrick got a call, but it wasn't from Salt Lake as I initially expected when he called me. He got a call from from a college in Southern California which he applied to a couple of months ago. Frankly, we had given up on any contact from them, so this was a complete surprise. They want him out there for an in-person interview and a teaching demonstration toward the end of April.
So now we have three potential places where we could move exactly one month from now. Whaaaaat?
The shock of this affected us threefold:
- We were so set in thinking that we were down to two locations that suddenly adding a third this late in the game was a mind-blower. But this is how life works, isn't it?
- The timetable for this college in California is so different from what we've experienced in Salt Lake. They're going to move much faster, and it's entirely possible we will have a final answer from them the week before we leave Fargo. That's a big part of why we're even considering this.
- STRESS. This is a good form of stress, of course, but it is stress nevertheless. Our minds were both spinning with the implications of going through with an interview in CA (or not). First off, going out there is on our dime. The good news is that a round trip flight out of Minneapolis isn't that bad, and Patrick will go alone to keep costs at a minimum. The bad news is that this interview is scheduled *right* after Patrick comes back from a conference in Missouri where he's giving a presentation. It'll be incredibly hard on him; he will be remarkably well-traveled over the course of that week, no doubt sleep-deprived, all while pulling off a successful interview/demonstration and keeping up with the classes he's still teaching on top of it all.
However, nothing is locked in terms of jobs right now, so he's going through with it, because what if this is what we've wanted all along and we just didn't know it? We spent the better part of yesterday mulling over this, and we will no doubt continue talking about it ad nauseam tonight.
Up next on the blog: The pros, cons & concerns of living in California. Again, whaaaat?
...still nothing from Salt Lake. At least the wait has become more interesting upon the arrival of this gem of a read.