college bound

On Thursday afternoon we rounded up all my little sister's living essentials and started off toward Utah.  Let me clarify here: Brooke, the soon to be new college student, was not with us.  My momma and I started the trek east without her so she could have some extra high school senior last hoorahs and meet up with us on Saturday.  We decided we're going to start calling ourselves C&K Moving Co. - and that we need to start upping our asking price ;)

The drive up was uneventful and the longest drive ever.  There you go.  It was just one of those road trips where are we there yet?? became a serious question.  And the fact that we hadn't passed Baker was hilarious/awful.  Turns out there was a crazy music festival in Vegas this weekend and we were just lucky enough to join the throngs headed up the 15.  Delightful.  Once through Sin City things definitely got easier, but I'm still not a fan of all those cars with EDC painted on the back. 

Once to Provo we moved this girl in and up three flights of stairs to her dorm.  And no, I'm the not the daughter that's moving in became a common phrase.  And the stink eyes my baby bump drew from other momma's checking in their daughters?  Hilarious.  What?  Is this against the honor code or something?  We died.

Pedicures, yummy sodas, Zuppas, and dinner with my in-laws were the best tickets after a sweaty haul up and down those stairs.  And those latter two make me miss Utah all the more.  We also got to meet up with some of the best of friends and shower their little baby girl in love and cuddles.  Sounds like a productive Friday night to me.

We were up bright and early the next morning (after a 1AM bedtime...sorry mom) to get Brooke and my dad from the airport.  We pulled up and were getting them loaded when this cute boy in glasses came bounding over to me.  What???  What is my husband doing here??  I left him at home - how is here?   What is going on?!  Turns out my dad is the best and offered to fly David up with them to be part of the college drop off team.  I always hate leaving Dave at home alone and this was the biggest surprise I've had in a long time.  I started happy crying out of pure shock.  It was the best.

The rest of the day was spent getting this new cougar hooked up with everything she needed for this new adventure ahead.  I remember feeling exactly like her just a few years ago (alright like 6).  Excited.  Nervous.  Can't wait to meet people.  Apprehensive of this new place.  Can't imagine life away from home, but can't imagine what I would be doing if I wasn't here.  All good things, but easy to be overwhelmed. 

When my mom left after dropping me off at my dorm I don't remember being emotional at all, but, thanks to pregnancy hormones and a few more years under my belt, the tears were a-flowin' when we left my baby sister for the last time.  (Which is ridiculous, by the way, because she's flying home to - ahem - graduate from high school on Tuesday night AND Dave and I will see her up in Provo over the 4th of July, but still.)  It's crazy to think the last Tobler has flown the nest and is off to college.  I'm pretty proud of that little sister of mine and all the hard work she put in to being where she is today.  She's an impressive person and I couldn't be more excited for her.

And that was a wrap!  I never feel like I spend enough time in Utah Valley, but it's nice to have just one more reason to visit up there now ;) Go get em' Brooke Leigh!  (and stay away from all those college boys, ok?)

procratinating & thoughts on moving

As I sit here on the couch in my pajamas procrastinating packing up the last odds and ends of our apartment (and cleaning the bathroom/ kitchen - save me now!) I've been thinking about moving.  In college I got very accustomed to one year here, one year there.  We were always packing up and moving on after just a few short months.  It kept me organized for one thing (who wants to move junk that many times over?), but it also kept me on my toes.  A new apartment complex always meant meeting new people, new neighbors, new friends.  I never got too comfortable in one place.

Last year when we resigned our lease for a second year at this apartment complex - although I didn't mind not packing up and moving out - it felt so weird.  It was time to move on!  Time for change.  But we stayed, and it was the right thing to do at the time. 

And now it's the right time to move out. 

And you know what?  I've gotten comfortable here.  After two years of the same neighbors, shopping centers, and church callings I've gotten into a groove.  I know the layout of my local Ralph's by heart and can find you a jar of sun dried tomatoes no problem.  We love the friends we've made through our various church service, even if most of them are 10 years older than us and have a bushel of kids.  And I'll always have a tender spot in my heart for our little 700 sq/ft tiny apartment with it's painted gray wall and the first dishwasher our married life.  This little section of Santa Clarita, California has been good to us.

Don't get me wrong, I'm really excited about our upcoming move.  We've found a great apartment that will fit our little growing family of 3 just fine.  It's in a lovely neighborhood, in a fun part of town, and we're going to have to watch our waistlines because delicious restaurants will now be in dangerously close walking distance.   However: change is change is change. 

And I'm out of practice.

I'm sure it will come back to me in no time: this building new relationships, figuring out a new apartment complex, and new layout at the grocery store thing.  This meeting new neighbors, organizing new rooms, and working out a new groove thing.  It's just a little daunting sometimes, but we're excited.

So bring it on Saturday - we're ready for you and the start of something new. 

Picture via Etsy

Friday

 
TODAY:
5:45 AM - Waving goodbye to Brendan and Megan's Budget truck as they pulled out onto 700 North and off to Ohio.  I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry a little when we crawled back into bed to try and go back to sleep.  We're going to miss those two a lot.  A lot, a lot.

9:00 AM - Massage.  A prep for moving, deep-tissue massage.  This was a good decision.  Thank goodness for birthday presents from a thoughtful mother-in-law.

10:00 AM - Finally get ready for the day.  And when I say "ready," I mean showering off the massage oil and throwing my packing sweats back on.

11:00 AM to 6:00 PM - PACKING.  (With a Facebook/Pinterest/ snack-break here and there)

And now?  We're almost done.  It's the just the odds and ends left to scoop up and find a box for.  We're planning to load the truck tomorrow, eat one last (A-mazing) Hawaiian snow cone from the shack on Canyon, go to church on Sunday, have family dinner, and shove off Monday morning.

Let the weekend begin!

Picture via Note To Self
Found via Pinterest

on the move

Currently our life is in flux.  Moving is eminent, but not quite here yet.  The walls in our little postage stamp are now white and seem so much bigger than they did before.  Bigger and emptier.  The fact that our kitchen is still fully stocked constantly reminds me of the fact that I need to pack it up (and we need to eat our food faster).  And our bedroom is trying so hard to be packed, but in so doing, it's just becoming a big mountain of clothes.

Oh moving.  I've only ever done this for one before.  Not that David will be adding a lot of belongings to the truck (that boy could fit everything he owns in the trunk of our CRV, no problem), but that lovely wedding of ours did add a few things to the pile.  Also those two couches we bought, that big queen-size bed of ours, and a handful of other furniture we picked up over this school year.  Yes, I think we'll be able to fill up that moving truck of ours quite nicely. 

Picture via Luli Sanchez
Found via Pinterest

a place to sit

we finally have one...

actually we have two.

will they take up most of our living room?

probably,

but I love them.

 

thank you ksl.com and the boy that's getting married in Salt Lake,

craigslist just wasn't cutting it this time.

moving out

How is it that one person can accumulate so much stuff?

I seem to, on average, have more stuff than most people.

Why is that?

Where does it all come from?

Am I just some sort of pack rat?

But it's not like I don't use it.

I do.

I just seem to have a lot of things that I use.

On a regular basis.

Perhaps this is a hint that I'm high maintenance, 

but mostly I think it means that moving is always going to be a thorn in my side.

Always.

I've packed up at least 6 boxes now and there is still so much stuff left in the room...

Maybe I should just make a run to D.I. and be rid of it all.

Nah.

I'll just get another box.