Some Damned State Near Canada.....

The long goodbye that was leaving Wilmington can be described as nothing less than emotionally and physically exhausting. We were categorically packing boxes—and by that I mean making an OCD flow chart--each box:to each room:from/to each house—which was trashed once the Navy drove a stake through the heart of my sun, sand and surf dreams (a.k.a. Los Angeles). Once Wyoming became real, a few choice words and scowls later, we began house hunting and trying to build a base before we began trekking cross country. Little did we know that the cost of living in Cheyenne is outrageous and our allowances from the Navy haven’t been updated to meet the increase caused by new money to the area. We narrowed our search to seven properties and are anxiously waiting for the opportunity to view them. Only three had pictures, and two of them are tiny compared to our previous two houses—ex. Out house in Florida was approx.. 2000 sq. ft. and our townhome in Wilmington was 1400 sq. ft. and the two that are closest to our housing allowance are 850 sq. ft. and 950 sq. ft. My furniture wouldn’t even come close to fitting in that space. We had to wait on orders to make any future progress, so to fill the days we had many playdates and spent lots of time at the pool and the beach (which y’all know is going to be the hardest part about moving away.. THE BEACH).

                                    

                            

                           

After months of agonizingly slow progress, Monday June 11^th we got our golden to ticket—a mere four days after the news of going to Wyoming—the orders we needed to get the ball rolling finally came through. Now only 6 days later we have:

*arranged temporary housing for 10 days once we get to WY *packed our house into an 18ft. block in a semi-trailer and the remainder is packed between an immaculate trailblazer and a towed Jetta that is bursting at the seams with the help from some pretty incredible people—especially the Taggert crew, Dan, and Bryan.

*Scrubbed, painted, repaired and kissed goodbye to the 1400 sq. ft. we’ve lived in the longest

*bid our teary farewells to family and friends across the beautiful state that is North Carolina—the hardest part of being in America’s “Frontier Navy”

*Loosely planned our roadtrip with short stops in Raleigh (I know, I know—it was Father’s Day weekend after all) Eden, Louisville—inspired by a decade + of derby parties, Kansas City—both Missouri and Kansas for a night and a full day at Great Wolf Lodge to placate the munckins and then the final leg to good ‘ole tumbleweeds and buffalo—Cheyenne.