Back Tracking The Move (part 1)

It's been a pretty solid whirlwind around here these last few weeks,  and I don't really even know where to begin, but I know I want this journey written down, so I'm going to back track to the day we left Los Angeles, 3 weeks ago on Tuesday, January 10th 2017.

All of our stuff was picked up by movers on Monday, and luckily, one of my best friends lived in our building, so we were able to set up camp in her house. We were totally comfortable, Leo and Roscoe were out of the way of the movers, and her and I only cried about every other hour.

She insisted on driving us to the airport on Tuesday morning which was amazing, since I'm pretty sure every uber would have cancelled when they pulled up to see 1 toddler, 1 nutty dog, 2 parents barely hanging on, and 3 enormous bags.

As soon as we got to our gate, due to weather in Chicago, we found out we were delayed three hours.

Not a good start, but we all managed (even past Leo's nap time), and were thankful to get on the plane towards home.

 

The first hour of the flight was great. Air was smooth, Leo fell asleep in the ergo once I could get to the back of the plane and bounce a bit, and Roscoe was pretty calm.

 

After the first hour, the flight got really turbulent, Roscoe and Leo both started to unravel, and my fear of turbulence and overall dwindling patience made for a really long next two hours.  

We landed, got our bags into my mom's car, and right as we pulled up to my parents house, Leo projectile vomited all over himself, Joel, and my mom's brand new car. 

We were home! 

Thankfully we were able to stay with my parents as our stuff made its way from California to Illinois. It ended up taking 13 days, so we were incredibly lucky to have such comfortable accommodations while we anxiously waited.

On Thursday, January 12th, we closed on our first house.

The closing went really smoothly, started at 8am, and was wrapped up by 9:30am.