Wow. What a whirlwind of a week.
I am still amazed we are across the country from our old place called home.
It seemed like forever when we knew we were supposed to move here. It felt like it would never happen. I found my self aching inside for change. I found myself aching inside for adventure and new surroundings. Time seemed to slip by as slow as when you are a little child and are waiting to grow up.
Then all of a sudden we did it. We actually moved our family successfully across the country. We moved our family with much amazing help of friends and family. Friends of mine that came to help me clean and pack. Friends that helped me learn more about the areas we were looking at.
Family, wow. My parents are amazing. We had my brothers wedding in South Dakota on the 29th and my parents drove all three of our girls across the country for us to the wedding. We arrived a day or two later in time for the wedding then we left a day earlier then them to get into our apartment and get things unloaded and ready for them to arrive.
Drive through Wyoming. Heavenly skies.My parents drove with a 7 year old, a 4 year old, and a 3 year old across the country. That is no easy task! Especially for empty Nester's who sometimes lack energy of a 20 something year old. They were truly blessed with extra energy and patience to complete the trip safely and still love being around the girls.
I knew when they left it would be hard. The girls have always lived a mile down the street from my parents. We have always had the luxury of driving to stop by and say hi. We have been so blessed to have free babysitting so many times for Conan Man and I to have date nights weekly and take little weekend trips.

The girls would tinker with Grandpa in the backyard gardening, building campfires, or whatever project he came up with. They loved playing with Grandma, especially when she helped them paint, and do crafts, or when she would sing to them in French.
I had a hard time not crying and still tear up thinking about my girls being apart from them. It is hard yet I am so thankful they had those years to build close friendships with them and I know they will continue to have that over the years.
We love our new place called home. For years I have tried to avoid mentioning where I lived. Never said city names. People either just knew because they know us or guess from things I wrote. The closest I mentioned where we lived on this blog is "The South".
Well, I cannot hide it any longer. I love love love where I live and cannot help but want to blog about it. Utah is one of the most beautiful and peculiar places I have ever been too. It has definitely been a small dosage of culture shock to us. We love it though.There will be many more blog posts about our adventures here for sure.
Every morning I get to open our blinds to see views of TALL HUGE REAL mountains. Not the "fake" ones back home in NC. NC mountains are pretty but...These mountains make NC mountains seem like hills. Both states have their beauty. That is for sure. I know I will miss the beauty of NC. I will miss it, but not bad enough to go back anytime soon.
Conan Man and I lived there for almost 9 years and it was a wonderful 9 years. When we got married we never imagined ourselves settling in one place for the rest of our lives. We love adventure and travel too much. We both knew it was time for a change. Changing states is a great way to do that. Starting school Diving in head first with 4 kids is also a HUGE change. We are in for a whole new lifestyle. I am thankful for it though. We will not have an easy road ahead. We are in in for the long haul but are super excited for what our future holds. We know what our plan is and we know why we are doing this. We also know we cannot do this without the Lords help. We are not alone.
The girls do not understand completely but they are excited about their new home. They are excited to live so close to mountains with snow on the top. They are excited to live near so many LDS Temples and they are excited to live near there little cousins.
Our new apartment at first was a bit disappointing to me for a few reasons I will not get into. But after being there a week I have been able to see how much nicer it is then our old one and how it is such a blessing to us right now. I have so much extra storage space and an extra spare bedroom to use for home school, craft, sewing room. It is going to be such a blessing to use that instead of trying to cram it all in one small dining room area. Organization will be key to having a successful schedule and utilizing the room to help life be easier with the kids, not harder.

In a weird way I feel like a Pioneer. We knew we were supposed to move here. We knew it would not be easy. I had many days wondering if we will ever get there. Would we actually arrive? How would we do it? Although we both decided to sell or give away all of our furniture to make the move easier it was not easy for me some days.
I had to remind myself of the big picture. I had to remind myself that the things we own do not define who we are. It is the path we lead and the example we set for our children that does. We, like Pioneers in a covered wagon, packed as much as we could that was most precious to us in our cars and left the rest behind. We left it for a new life. A better one. The one piece of furniture we did manage to bring was a rocking chair given to me from my friend Sadie. I love it. I love the shape of it and in the next few weeks will be transforming it into a new color and changing the fabric of the seat to match my style.
Although this is exciting to me what I love most about it, is rocking in it and reading to my girls. Having them ask me to "rock and cuddle" with them is the best. This chair will always remind me of our trek west. Just as some Pioneers trekked west and most times were only able to bring a few items. I like to imagine I have more in common with them now. Now that I brought just one rocking chair and left the rest behind. It makes my days that much more durable. I feel so blessed even if my apartment sits empty of furniture for a short time. I have a rocking chair to spend time with them in and that is what I hope they will remember about this move. I know it is a memory I will not forget. Who knew a rocking chair could bring so much joy and comfort.
(and laughter once you scroll down and see the awesome job my husband and his friends did roping and covering the chair to the back of our car.)
By the time we arrived in South Dakota the plastic was so ripped up it seriously reminded us of a mummy. We had to have it recovered in a thicker plastic to protect it from rain and snow for our drive to Utah. It arrived safely and has no damage. operation duck tape the rocking chair: Success.ps. stay tuned for more pics from our trip and more stories of our adventures, There are so many it will take time. Especially since I do not have our internet hooked up yet. So right now I am at Barnes and Noble using their wifii. Usually I like to respond to your emails and comments more often but this next few weeks I will be slower then normal. Thanks for understanding.