Okay, so I realize it’s been a little while since my first post. We’ve been living in California now for a little over two weeks – surprise! But, seriously… moving over here was one heck of a journey. We decided it would be a good idea to make our move across country as exhilarating and stressful as it could possibly be, so we did exactly that. We planned a vacation in the middle of our move.
The lease on our apartment in Florida ended a little over two weeks before we were moving to California, so we were going to be homeless for a while. We started planning everything well in advance, but finding a mover that seemed trustworthy, reliable and didn’t break the bank was more difficult than we had originally imagined. The first moving company that came by to do a quote sent a young woman and her four year old son. The woman did not speak and her child was literally attached to her leg the entire time I was showing her around the house. It was so weird. We eventually met a lovely man by the name of Larry who spent over two hours chatting with us about all of our options and making us feel comfortable – he also spent the last hour talking about his trip to London and showing us pictures of his favorite views of France, but that’s besides the point. Larry was the man. We hired the company to move all of our boxes out of our apartment and deliver them at the other end. We would do the packing.
Oh, the joys of packing! Not only did we have to pack-up our apartment to move, but we had to separately pack everything we needed for the next 19 days into suitcases – including staying at my parents, needs for the dogs, our planned trip to New Orleans, and ta four day cruise to Mexico. I know, I know… rough life. But, it was not easy! I’m a procrastinator as it is. Trying to plan my outfits for almost three weeks in advance was an absolute nightmare. I ended up finding a solve though. I went through my closet and pulled every cute article of summer clothing off it’s hanger and neatly folded it into my gigantic, extended suitcases. Fun Fact: my closet is color coordinated, so when I packed my suitcases, they looked like a rainbow. I know some of you will appreciate that. Anyway… guess what??? New Orleans was FREEZING COLD. I didn’t wear three-quarters of the clothes I packed. By the way, I will be doing a separate blog post about that trip. It needs it’s own explanation because it was absolutely insane.
Meanwhile, our personal belongings were being trucked across the United States. Of course, out of the 19 days that the movers could have arrived to our new apartment in California, it happened to be one of the days that we were on a cruise ship – in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico – without any cell phone service whatsoever. Thank goodness for my rockstar mom who was able to sort everything for us! With her help along with the moving company and our apartment’s management, our items were able to be delivered while we were sipping Pina Coladas in Mexico.
Once we made it back to Orlando from our mini getaway, we had two days before the official move. Which meant I had two days left… to sell my car. Challenge accepted! You better believe that I sold my car for the price that I wanted the day prior to us moving. It was super bittersweet. I loved my car – it was the cutest!
Fast forward to MOVING DAY. The day that the two of us humans, our dogs and my amazing mother woke up at 4:00am to drive to the airport. It was finally time for the moment that I had been stressing about the most – traveling with the dogs on a plane! We knew we would carry them on board, but we had no idea how well they would behave or how terrified they would be. I had spent weeks shopping for the perfect “flight-approved” carrier cases, researching ways to prepare dogs for flights and calling American Airlines repeatedly to make sure the pups were cleared to fly. However, I failed to research where the puppy potties were at each airport. Why would I think to do that? I’ve never flown with dogs before. We had it all planned out. We get to the airport two and a half hours early, check our bags, get through security then sit in the lounge for an hour and take the dogs for a quick bathroom break before the flight. Yeah, okayyy. Here’s what really happened…
We arrived at the airport two and a half hours early, we checked our bags, got through security, and finally took the shuttle all the way to the terminal only to then discover that the dog relief area was back where we got dropped off. Like, before checking in. So, we ran all the way back to get them to pee and Nellie wouldn’t even go. By this point, after being super early, we were now running extremely late, so we decided we had to head back to the plane – no wee for Nellie! We rushed through the airport, through security for a second time, took the shuttle all the way to the terminal and only to then discover that our gate wasn’t even in the terminal we were at. I kid you not when I say we were running to the plane as they were doing last call for our flight. We were the absolute last to board. With two dogs.
I had anti-anxiety medication to give Nellie thirty minutes prior to us flying. Do you think I remembered to do that in the midst of the craziness? Sure didn’t. In the first half hour of sitting on the plane, she tried to go after the flight attendant twice. She does not like other men coming near her momma, let me tell you. Oh, she also hates crying babies. Which were seated right behind us. At this point, I was so stressed that I was thinking of taking anxiety medication of my own. FIVE HOURS of this. My god.
Much to our surprise, the dogs were amazing after that! They ended up sleeping the entire flight. I couldn’t believe it.
Needless to say, all four of us landed safely in Los Angeles and we were welcomed by an apartment full of 58 boxes. Fifty. Eight. A few days of jet lag and unboxing later, we finally were almost completely settled in our new home. Fiance quickly became Target’s top furniture builder – constructing our new media stand, TV mount and storage shelf. We learned that Luke had a fear of elevators, which he has since overcome. Nellie may actually be a city girl at heart. And I thoroughly am enjoying watching everything come together with the sun shining through our floor-to-ceiling windows. One full heart right here!