On the road again.

Moving. A single word that strikes terror into the hearts of people everywhere.

The last few weeks have been a tornado, and the house often looked like one had come through. Kevin has accepted a new job. He has been waiting 3 long years to get back to patrol work and a door finally opened. His new job is in my hometown. It is strange to think of moving back here, but it was a great place to grow up, and it will be a great place to raise our own family.

At first we thought we would sell the house in Boise ourselves, and I would follow Kevin after that was all said and done. Of course the week that Kevin started his new job Micron announced major layoffs. The already slow housing market tanked. :( For weeks we sat with no showings and not even phone calls. Being apart is the pits, and we had a wedding to attend in Nevada this last weekend so we said to heck with it, hired a real estate agent and moved so that even if the house is going to sit for awhile we can be together.

We moved a load in Kevin's truck, 3 at various times in my dad's, rented the biggest truck uhaul has, rented anoher trailer to pull behind, borrowed another, and still have a load in the garage. When we moved from Alaska everything we owned fit in a 16'x8' trailer pulled behind the suburban. Ummmm we have acumulated some stuff. In our defense we thought we would be in that house forever so we acually had nice furniture to move, outdoor/lawn stuff, we all have bikes, etc, etc.

We got it here, and with the awsome helpers that came were able to stack the boxes 14 feet high in the storage unit and somehow find a place for everything. Unfortunatly I did not do a very good job lableing boxes that should come to the house. Most things made it but there are a few things..... Courtney only has her suitcase of clothes, she is not naked by any means, but of all the people to be missing clothes it is my little clothes horse. On the bright side, the box will seem all that more special when we unpack it. Lily is also not allowed to grow. Her next box of clothes did not make it to the house. Did I mention that the boxes are stacked 14 feet high?

So, we live in Nevada now. Life is good. Kevin likes his job, but really wants the FTO portion to be over. My photography was just starting to get off the ground in Boise, but I hope to be able to carry it over here. And I am telling myself that I have not moved back in with my parents, we are creating a multi-generational houshold, and actually it is pretty nice. :)