Moving sucks

So little did I know how overwhelming moving out of state can be especially when you have good friends to leave behind, a family who is nervous for your departure, a husband worried about tires, a parrot who is screaming all morning because she is freaked out that everything in the house has moved, and a huge platform in the back of your truck that won't come out unless it's sawed out. Yikes! But it's ok I keep telling myself, everything will somehow be ok. With the help of our good friend Wayne we successfully got the platform out and the truck bed ready for packing. It was so great to have his help while drinking a beer and hanging out with his cuter than a bugs ear daughter Maya, who happily took the rest of the yard sale toys off my hands. Today we packed boxes and boxes of goods, I get frantic at times and just start shoving random things in the cracks to make the most of the space. That's how the coffee maker ended up in the same box as all of my hair supplies. For now a little football and beer sounds so good- then a little more packing and some dinner. I'm excited for a delicious Melting Pot dinner with dear friends tomorrow night, and I'm nervous to feel like there isn't time to breath. Yikers!