Day 1: September 15, 2013
The first official day of homelessness/nomad-hood. Good thing we have generous,
hospitable relatives.
A wakeful night sleep in my cousin Austin’s
closet-turned-bedroom was followed by a pancake breakfast and a rained-out
party (“corn boil”) at the de Putter farm. Eager to head south for the
anticipated Seahawk’s-Niner’s matchup, Bryan pushed an early departure time and
we left the farm in the rain, my mom calling out “Bye!!” from the porch in a
pretend-wail that only a mother of an only daughter who is moving further away
can pretend. The border was a breeze, a 30 second pause in the Nexus lane.
Then, traffic was terrible. Despite a few accidents and stalls on I5, none
could explain the sheer volume of traffic, sometimes slowing to a crawl, other
times whirring at 50mph, all heading to Seattle either home from a weekend away
or to the game, I’m not sure. In any case, after a weekend of moving and in a
packed car with a meowing restless cat, cat hair blowing in our faces, the
extra 45minutes of travel time was brutal. More brutal was a pathetic first
quarter, a 60 minute break due to lightning, and a continuation of pathetic
from the Niners for the rest of the game. Good thing we like the Seahawks too,
and who doesn’t like that baby face of Russell Wilson? Some nice plays
Russ….Kap, well, let’s just say that wasn’t fun to watch.
Praise God for many blessings this weekend for which we
are very grateful and without which we could be in dire straits right now. One,
piece of cake border crossings loaded with all our possessions. Two, safety
driving humongo-rental-truck. Three, Nolan (and Amy) and Jared (and Julia) helping
us load and unload. Four, mom helping clean. Five, very flexible kind
landlords. Six, Nolan hauling our old futon frame and other junk away to the
scrap heap. Seven, Auntie Nellie offering to take Jordy for the month while we
roadtrip. Eight, Kotjans, April, Grandma, Goertz’s and other dePutter relatives
for feeding and housing us while in limbo. Nine, Bryan being his wonderful
self.
The end of day one. Emotions = so overtired that sleep
might be tricky, melancholy, happy to be in bed.
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