Doesn't change sound so good for dinner, especially leftovers, right? anybody with me on that?
I love change just as much as the next guy or gal. I used to welcome change with open arms and a big kiss on the neck, but now I fear it tremendously and with some trepidation. I know that change is good and so does Leslie. Even though this move was hard for her, she is going out guns-a-blazin and I am set to ride on the coattails of her awesomeness. But we both know that we are here for some unknown reason knowing that Heavenly Father needs us here...so bring it on Big Guy we are ready to go.
Let's go back to the last few weeks of February, yeah, that's a great start. I was working for the Logan City School District with their After School Program; by the way, this job was Heaver-sent, no doubts about that. There I was making copies for an activity that I was in charge of and right in front of me was a flier for a School Counseling program at USU and deep inside the corners of my hot mess of a mind, I thought that I heard the Hallelujah chorus...and I felt like there was this strike against my heart chords, sort of like when a small child walks up to a beautiful upright piano and starts banging on the ivories; just like that. Anyways, that was how I felt. Just to get it all out there, it took me a week and maybe three days to look into the program at USU (nothing,) U of U (giant road block,) and I found one at UCCS (relief.) Let's also say that that week and three days had to have been the most stressful time period of my life; worse than Final's week and that is saying a lot.
I submitted all things requisite and I was told that I wouldn't hear back for two weeks and I don't think that it was possible for someone my age to lose any more hair and gain as many wrinkles as I did during that time. Okay, now to the most amazing part of this, besides having the most amazing wife back me up through this all. I was at work and I felt like I needed to look up some apartments, just in case. That whole day was full of so much stuff, I didn't allot myself any time to look at my email, until super late that night. Les and I got home from a day spent doing whatever; it's all a blur and quite frankly my ADHD brain has tossed it into the 'unnecessary' box in the basement. Anywho, we got home and I jumped to my Kindle as if I was Percy jumping to his toy for the first time. I saw an email from UCCS and I read the first line where it told me that I was accepted; I about passed out, but I ended up crying tears of joy and much excitement. Leslie and I embraced, I called my mom and Leslie's mom and shared the best news ever...great way to end the evening.
I am going to jump through boring stuff....and just go to the day we moved. Just a side note, between the day I found out and to when we moved, there was much anticipation, sadness, happiness, great love and support from friends and family.
We moved out of our home in Logan on May 19th. Two days before, we had a going away/birthday party. We had friends come to see us off that lived about 2 hours away and friendships that we've had with others for a long time that came; it was such a blessed day that we will always remember. So, on moving day, it was kind of a bummer, because Les, along with her folks, were all sick. I know moving is an epic lame moment, but being sick was even more lame...DOUBLE LAME!!! LAME!!! I felt awful for them all.
Well, it was super depressing to leave, and we really dragged our feet that day. I mean, we were excited about it all and I am not sure how Leslie felt, but it was weighing me down, like when an Acme anvil lands of Wile E....it was awful. I will admit that I dragged my feet way more than Leslie...I was extremely sad to leave our home, where we had lived for almost 7 years...UGH!!! Moving on!
The next four days was spent with our loved ones and a HUGE thanks goes to Leslie's mom and dad for being so gracious to allow us to stay with them, opening their home to us and an even bigger thanks with much love goes to them, her family and friends for spending their time helping us move. Later that week, we got to see my mom, Grandma, one of my sisters and her kids. We went to the Loveland Aquarium in Draper and spent the day with them. We love them, too and will miss them deeply.
Friday, May 23: Moving to The Springs (Colorado Springs that is.) It took us 12 flipping hours to get there, but we got half way through Denver on a holiday weekend....A HUGE HOT MESS!!! We had our niece with us and the Denver traffic at that time was awful. We couldn't really move to any of the other lanes and to top off the stressful driving situation that we were in, our four year old niece screams out that she has to go potty; to all of you that have children and travel with little ones, bless your souls, I give you great praise and admiration...it was a time of lovely madness.
We were able to get off and we found a McDonald's. As we were there, I called our apartments and I found out that they were opened on Saturdays. We made the decision to go to her cousin's house and she was gracious to let us stay with her along with Leslie's sister and folks, two little kids and our fur child...great times for all...especially when we played Just Dance on the Kinect; it was a lot of fun.
One week and a couple days in the Springs: This past week and a couple of days has been a whirlwind of emotion, getting lost (that's just how I feel,) finding new places to check out; there are several huge shopping places, but they're all scattered in ten different directions; luckily Leslie knows where to go. Our new ward is full of great people and we have only met a few couples. We had dinner with the second councilor in the Bishopric with his wife. They are a great couple and we are so happy that we have made friends with them. There aren't a ton of young couples in the ward. We had Stake Conference this past weekend and we were scouting out the people our age; we don't mind hanging out with older couples, so whatever works. And when I say that we were scouting them out, it was mainly me that was doing it...desperate times call for desperate measures. I try not to be that way and I try to remember that we'll find friends when they come our way.
This is going to be new for us for awhile, but we're getting the hang of a lot of different changes and lifestyles. Even though Utah is just next door, the people here are a different breed, but we are excited to get to meet those different people.
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