It's official: moving (especially cross country moving) stinks. Luckily, however, we were able to recruit the help of about six wonderful Spokane friends to load up our moving truck in a short 45 minutes. It was wonderful. After a quick, early morning breakfast at my sister's and walkie-talkies in hand, we were on our way to Sheridan, WY. Thanks to a couple of steep passes and a gigantic tow truck, a 9 hour drive somehow turned into 13. At the end of the day, just as I could see the exit to our hotel I'm blinded by flashing red and blue lights. I got a warning for not turning off my brights for the cop driving in front of me. Thank the Lord it was only a warning--he probably figured that driving from Spokane was punishment enough.Day two proved to be breeze compared to the first. Seven hours later we were descending upon the Mile High City, but it wasn't at all what we expected. One of the sunniest cities in the nation was covered by a blanket of clouds and rain. It was depressing knowing that we left 85 degree weather behind in Spokane. With the help of my dad we rearranged the furniture in my room to fit our bed. My mom installed one of these for us--get one, it will change your shower experience. It's strange to be living at home again, but we are convinced that the Lord will use this time for good.
The rain is gone and the beautiful, blue Colorado sky is back. It feels good to be back in Bronco country.
I was talking to my mom the other day and she said, "The next time Haden and Lauren head up to Curlew they need to stop by our lake place so we can send some fish we caught to Bill and Wha Sun." I swiftly replied, "Uh, mom, they moved to Colorado."
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