Moving Home

Call me crazy, but I enjoy moving. There's something very exhilarating about closing one door and stepping through another. Sure, the process can be a little hectic and even stressful at times, but that's all part of the adventure. Packing up and moving our family over 1200 miles away down to Texas (which is another fun-filled story all together) will always be one of my favorite family memories. We were surprised as anyone, but when it came time to take the next step up in our lives we decided we wanted to stick around the area we've come to call home for the past 3 1/2 years. 

I'll spare you all the details, but our transition into home owners happened very, very quick. Within one month we went from kind of thinking about maybe looking at homes to owning one. Among the many blessings we've had during the process, we were fortunate enough to have nearly two months to move over to the house. Our poor cars served as mini freight trucks as week after week we mercilessly crammed everything we thought would remotely fit into them. Our goal was to only have the large and heavy stuff in apartment on D-day, and I have to say, we came pretty darn close!

It was kind of weird living in limbo between two places for so long, but moving day came soon enough.Amazingly it only took us a half hour to load up. Props to Denton 4th ward brethren who were moving machines!

Night before the move 

For his part, Andrew was incredibly excited about the move. This was due to two primary reasons: First, the house has come to be known by him as the place "he can run and jump in" (without torturing the poor downstairs neighbor). He could now practice his sliding and jumping without us getting all over his back! Second, and quite possibly more important, moving meant that he got to ride with Daddy in the truck!

 

Roll Out!

Boys love trucks!

 

The day was not without it's mishaps as Kara twisted her ankle fairly early on in the process. Also, due to a miscommunication on our part, there was no one waiting at the house to help us unload the truck. After pulling up and taking a few moments to rest, we took the bull by the horns and had just unloaded the truck ourselves. Kara was quite a trooper and "played through the pain" and we knocked it all out within an hour. 

When all was said and done it was another fun little family adventure that I'll always look back on with fondness. I'm sure we'll be unpacking and making the house our home for many more months, but the move is done! Here's to opening a new door in our first house!

Nelsens on the move!