Last Thursday the movers came and piled up all our stuff into the moving van. Once again, we are officially without a home. I learned a lot in Bend; mostly about what not to do on a short move. But there were some positives that made the whole move worthwhile.
Bend, Oregon is a beautiful place to live. I wouldn’t want to live there permanently (I am a city girl, after all), but a season or two is worth the time and effort. I saw the sun a lot during the summer and the hiking and green spaces are impressive.
Some things I would do differently? I wouldn’t take so many things with us just for the summer. A fully furnished rental would have been nice and made the move so much easier. Next time, I’ll research an area and the known allergens. I think it would have been better for my body, and mind, had I know I was allergic to everything in Bend.
The last thing I would do differently, and most important to Jessie, is I will have to coordinate all future moves with the proximity to malls in mind. I didn’t realize Bend didn’t have a mall, it didn’t occur to me to give it any thought, but Jessie quickly brought up the fact that Bend is sorely lacking in the mall department.
We did happen to find a Claire’s store, so I spent an awful amount of time sitting in front of the Claire’s store in Bend waiting for Jessie to look at every single thing in the store…twice. How many fake mustaches and lip gloss does one small girl need? More than I realized.
So, the movers came and packed us all in and on Friday, Janet and I drove from Bend to the storage facility in Vancouver Washington where the rest of our stuff lives. It was nice to visit our stuff; it doesn’t look like too many things when it’s squished into a storage bin. It’ll be weird having everything together again; weird, but nice and comforting at the same time.
Every time I move I lose/break/misplace/destroy something. When we moved from Austin to Vancouver, it took me a while to realize what was missing. We’d lost all the tops to our plastic containers. How on earth does one lose only the lids, you might ask? I have no idea how we did that trick.
We have yet to unpack every single box from Austin, so we might discover the lids were only misplaced. Since we’ve already recycled the bottoms, when (and if) we find the lids it will be a seriously annoying thing. This time, I made sure to pack the lids with their partners that way if I lose one I lose the whole kit and caboodle.
For this move, I’ve already misplaced the bike lock key for Janet’s bike. So, Janet and I are moving back to Washington and Janet’s bike is still living in Bend. I guess in the big scheme of things it’s not such a bad thing. But our budge (Curse you, Budge!) begs to differ. We already had to replace our plastic containers, now we’ll have to travel to Bend to retrieve Janet’s bike. And you know how much I hate to travel! (Budge knows I’m lying.)
Janet and I spent the night, Friday night, at the aLoft hotel near the Portland airport. What a nice hotel. I could live there if given the opportunity. The rooms are laid out well and the bed felt wonderful after a long day of driving and unpacking.
The aLoft rooms reminded me of hanging out in the display rooms in IKEA, one of my favorite places to go and lounge. (I’m a big fan of IKEA’s Swedish meatballs, too. Am I the only person who likes to go to IKEA just to eat?) The aLoft is a very modern and hip place to see and be seen. I felt a little old and unhip when I walked in but everyone was very nice and accommodating.
Since we couldn’t (or wouldn’t) find a place to stay in the Seattle area, Janet and I are heading down to California to stay until we find a place we can call home. But before we could do that, we had to make an excursion to North Carolina.
Janet’s cousin died last month and she lived outside of the Raleigh-Durham area. Her memorial service, her celebration of life, really, was on Sunday and Janet and I wanted to go and celebrate her short but very full life. It was worth the effort as Janet had the opportunity to see relatives and friends she hadn’t seen in a long time.
I lived briefly in North Carolina, in the High Point area, in another life, and hadn’t been back since the 90’s. I grew up in Seattle and moving to North Carolina was a serious culture shock to my young system. It was almost like moving to another country, the southern way of life was completely foreign to me and I didn’t enjoy the experience as much as I should, and could, have.
I swore I wouldn’t go back to the Carolinas and was a little concerned when I realized where Janet’s cousin lived. I realized, once I’d landed in Raleigh, my concerns were unfounded and we had a short, but very sweet, visit.
Everyone in North Carolina was incredibly nice, especially the gentleman working at the Springhill Suites near the Raleigh-Durham airport, and we enjoyed our trip and the surrounding countryside a great deal. I had forgotten how friendly and helpful southerners can be, even having lived in Texas for so long.
Tomorrow we’re driving down to California and I’m not looking forward to the ten hour drive. It’s not a bad drive; I’m just tired of traveling now. That’ll only last a week or so and then I’ll be ready to travel again. California and Bend, here we come (again)!