Boxes, Boxes and More Boxes

 It's official. I have decided that I really hate moving. Sure, I'm excited to be going home soon, but boxing up all of my stuff to make the move really sucks. I'm sure I said the same thing a couple of years ago when I packed up my home in two weeks to head out to California for work. Whew! That was really rough. I thought it would be easier this time around. We had an idea of when we were going to move and sixty days ago we committed to moving out of our rental by the end of July. That was plenty of time to get ready, right? Ugh!
  Well, Misty and Faith went to girl's camp for five days back in June which left Jeremy and I to work on packing. We made a little progress, but looking back, I think we spent too much time playing video games. 
  After girl's camp, we all took a week off to go to South Dakota for a family trip. While this wasn't the most well timed vacation, it was still a great time. I'll tell you more about that in the coming weeks. Needless to say, nothing got done that week either. Upon arriving in Salt Lake from South Dakota, I promptly hopped on a plane and headed back to California, alone.  Faith had requested to go to girl's camp in Salt Lake as well as the California one so Misty and the kid's remained behind leaving me once again to pack the house all by me onesie. I did okay, but I think I could have done better. Of course on top of this, work has predictably been crazy leaving me stressed, drained of energy and not really in the mood to box up my life. Yeah, I know. Boo, hoo.
  Fast forward to today, we're about seventy percent packed and just a few days left before we need to load up the truck and get our stuff back to Utah. Sadly, I will be working all weekend at my job, leaving the bulk of the packing to Misty and the kids. That's nice of me, huh? Maybe even convenient. Rest assured, I'd rather be packing.
  Even though the act of moving is a terrible experience, I'm super excited to be moving home. Yeah, I just wrote super excited. I must be losing it. But I am excited. All of the Rowley clan is excited to be coming home. You see, my brother and his wife have been living in Chicago for almost three years and they recently announced that they area coming home as well. They are actually coming home the same weekend that we are. Isn't that funny? It's like the universe wants us to be home. Well, I'm not one to argue with the universe.
  I'll still have a few weeks here in California after moving our stuff home but at least I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I've had a lot of fun here and there will definitely be things I miss about it but man, it's time to go home! Tune in next week to see what's happening next. Hopefully the next post won't be about me scattering boxes from California to Utah. Although, that might make a good story.

Brandan