Moving Days

Our bittersweet move is finally over.  

I'm really going to miss this room.  In my new home, the master bath is really, really old charming.

We were so fortunate to have such a team of professionals that packed and moved us.  They made sure that there were no nicks or marks on the walls and floors.

The gentleman from the moving company suggested I label every room with where it was going in the new house.  Sounds like a good idea... I'll let you know how it goes on the other end.

The first day that the movers were there we ran around doing last

minute errands.  

When we arrived home, the truck was missing with not a gentleman mover in sight. 

When we pulled into the garage we found this in our ceiling and a note attached to the door saying one of the guys stepped onto the unfinished part of the attic.  The team took their buddy to the Doctor.  Thank God, he was not hurt and reported to our house bright and early the next day.

Meanwhile, we had the new owner walk-thru in two days.  The relocation people were great about having it repaired and painted all in the nick of time! 

The last two evenings we spent in a beautiful hotel that remains close to our hearts in the Big D.

Our #1 and Adorable Jonathon joined us for dinner on our last night in Texas. 

The next morning, we reported to the airport a few hours before our flight.  Our 14 year old sweet doggie, Gypsy, was going to experience her first flight. I was very nervous because she was too big to be in the cabin with us.  I obtained a health certificate from the Vet and was confident that we had all we needed to fly with a pet.

And then we met American Airlines ticket agent, Holly.  Although the health certificate stated that Gypsy was healthy enough to fly with limited exposure to extreme temperatures, Holly said we needed additional paperwork stating that she could tolerate temperatures in the twenties.  This is only for loading and unloading purposes.  The area that Gypsy would be fly in and spend the majority of her time in is temperature controlled.  Holly told us we needed to have a letter from the Vet faxed within the next hour in order for her to board the plane.

Disclaimer:  Holly was not this cute.

We were in deep doo-doo, no pun intended.  Our vet's office did not open for 45 minutes.  After numerous calls and countless amounts of begging, the letter came through and Gypsy boarded the flight.  I worried myself sick that the poor thing would be nervous during this new experience.

Three and a half hours later, my Gypsy walked right out of the crate as cool as a cucumber. Meanwhile, I excused myself for the ladies room to apply a second coat of deodorant.

We spent our first weekend in our new chilly home state.  Sista and Sista's Mista came for a quick visit.

I have a feeling I'm going to like it here!

Hope you are all having a wonderful week!