The Move

Our move up to Brooklyn was emotional, exciting, and beyond tiring.

We loaded the van the night before, slept about 4 hours, and then loaded up the van with dogs and kids in the morning. Addison and I cried all the way down Lake Drive. It hit me that we were not going to be a trip across Alligator Alley anymore. It hit me that we would be starting over, again.

Andrew did most of the driving while listening to an audio book. The girls watched movies, read books, and played really well. They slept through most of the night too. Lou Lou hung out in the crate and Stella at my feet or on my lap. Andrew and I spent a lot time discussing the logistics of the next few weeks, as he would return to Miami to finish work (without a home to sleep in), study for the Bar (cramming what should have been months of prep into a week) and we would stay to try to get unpacked.

Andrew and I consumed so much coffee through the night!

At dawn, we stopped about an hour out to sleep. There was snow on the ground at the rest stop which made the girls super excited!

The hour into the city was exciting, the girls were up and there was a lot to see. We had to be at our apartment building by 8am to get the key and then the moving truck showed op at 9am.

This is when Tiffany and Rob stepped in to save the day, the never ending day. They were up and ready with breakfast, something we desperately needed! Then as soon as the movers brought stuff in, they began unpacking. Once the movers were done, we said good bye to Andrew.

Tiffany took off Monday and Tuesday and unpacked the entire house! We purged about six more huge boxes and found a "home" and "zone" for everything! There is no way this transition would have been possible without their help.

I am writing this months after the fact, however I still get really emotional about the intensity of it all.