I made it.
I am alive. And I finally have Internet access.
Here is a little time-line to point out the whirlwind the last two months have been (and to record this insanity for my posterity):
June 21: Matt gets his new job offer. We negotiate and ponder for a few days and decide to accept it, contingent upon selling our home in Minnesota. I begrudgingly accept the possibility of moving to Utah, but only if our house is sold first.
Beginning of July: Contacted by relocation team with realtors, inspectors, movers, etc. All a little overwhelming, but things get rolling. We work like crazy to get our house in great shape to go on the market, including painting, packing, garage sales, storage unit, landscaping, small repairs throughout, etc.
July 16: FOR SALE sign goes up and house is officially on the market. I take the kids over to my mother-in-law’s house to sleep (so our house stays CLEAN).
July 17: Drove two 11-hour days to get to Atlanta (where my parents live) so that we could spend time with them and the house would stay clean for showings. Matt drove with us, we got a flat tire and had to replace all our tires. He flew back to return to work (which he was not allowed to quit until our house sold).
July 23: Our house sold. What?!! The first people that came through for a showing put in an offer. Negotiations made and accepted by both parties. I was shocked. I probably need not describe the current market conditions and what a miracle it was. This is the part where I realized that God was totally in charge, and He had plans completely independent of mine.
July 28: I leave the children with my parents and fly to Utah to house hunt. I look for 3 days and then Matt joins me. We find a house in an area I had not considered at all. (Matt found it online and I finally consented to go see it after crossing it off the list several times and being annoyed at his lack of focus in the housing search.)
July 31: Put an offer on the house. A few days of negotiations, then accepted by both parties. We feel really blessed that we were able to find something we both liked at a really great deal. I went back to Atlanta, and Matt went back to Minnesota.
Week of August 1: House inspections, mortgage initiation, lots of paperwork, more negotiations, hundreds of cell phone minutes logged. Matt puts in his notice at work.
August 6: Matt flies to Atlanta, and we all begin the drive back to Minnesota. Two more long days in the car.
August 11: Moving company arrives and packing begins. (Yes, that quickly. And no, I could not have done it without packers. Thank heavens.)
August 13: Moving company loads up the van with all our items. The house is left empty, and we head out of town by 8 pm.
August 16: We finally roll into the Salt Lake Valley after 4 days of travel that included all of the following: 3 children, two cars, a trailer in tow, 3 nights in hotels, thousands of Sturgis bikers on the roads and in the hotels, loading and unloading all the contents of our 2 vehicles every night (except for Matt’s toolbox which I accidentally left in the hotel closet in Rapid City, SD), altitude sickness at the Continental Divide and pulling over several times because I thought I was going to faint, children with short tempers and leg cramps and even some fever, and finally, an overheated truck resulting in 2 hours at a truck stop and the rest of the journey with no air conditioning. Bet you wish you could have joined us. Next two nights spent sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags at our new house waiting for our stuff to arrive. I also registered the kids for school.
August 18: Moving truck arrives with our stuff. Hallelujah. Next few days spent unpacking box after box after box.
Today: Still unpacking, starting to feel settled in the house. Haven’t ventured out much yet because there’s still so much to do here. The children are all irritable and naughty, which given the circumstances is no big surprise. I’ve been pretty darn irritable and tired myself. Matt starts work next week and the boys start school. Hopefully we’ll fall into a nice routine soon. And hopefully that routine involves naps for me.
Lessons learned: Even in a world full of billions of people and turmoil and mind-numbing events, Heavenly Father is still aware of us as individuals and families, and somehow manages to find the time to put His hand in the details of our simple lives and make things as they should be. And though insignificant by comparison, He lifts us through our trials and struggles and helps us survive them all. Maybe even better off than we were before, but that remains to be seen. Trusting Him goes a long way.
(I’ll slowly fall back into the blogging routine, maybe at a new pace. I’m so sorry about the neglected GCBC; I’ll try to pick up where I left off soon.)