I guess I will just start. Luis and I were engaged on Valentine's Day. He was a graduating senior at the University of Texas at Austin and I was working for an engineering firm (and enjoying my work). After the engagement, Luis soon found out that he was accepted to graduate school at MIT in Boston, at Stanford University in Palo Alto, CA, and at the University of Texas in Austin. After much thought and discussion, Luis chose Stanford University and I decided to go with him.
So, we were engaged and we were moving to California, but wait a second, it was not quite that simple! First, we had to tell our family and friends (and in my case my boss and coworkers). Wow, was that hard. Of course everyone already knew about the engagement and some had an idea that we might move, but it was still a shock for everyone to hear that we were actually leaving and that we may not ever move back.
Now that everyone was aware that we were moving, it was time to throw a graduation party for Luis! He had family fly in for the event and it was fun and exciting for us both. Unfortunately, I got into a bad car wreck the day his family arrived and essentially totaled my car, so that put a damper on things (and extra stress on me). Thankfully, I was not injured, so life went on and a new car was purchased.
The rest of the summer passed by with Luis working at an internship and me finishing up my last few months at work. I went on vacation to Turkey for a week with my family, which was amazing, but poor Luis never really got a break. After I returned, we began work on the big move. We started by going to California to find a place to live. Since we have a small dog and rent is insanely high in Palo Alto (it is the 5th most expensive city in the U.S.), we knew it would not be easy. In fact, it was unbelievably difficult and I wish I was blogging then, as I had a lot of stress and anxiety and could have used an outlet for it! After we got back, we had a garage sale, we had numerous going away dinners, we took care of all of the mundane aspects of moving, and I began to deal with the emotional side of a long distance move.
I am not sure that I even want to delve into that yet. I still feel guilty about moving and the stress of leaving my best friends still haunts me. I left behind great friends, a great job, and my wonderful parents to go to a new town where I would have no friends, no job, and no family (except Luis and Duncan, of course). Was I nuts?? Trust me, I will go into that in another blog.
So, we said goodbye to Austin and drove off in our moving truck with our car in tow.
I suppose that sums up the big move to California, but it sure is weird to see a condensed version of it (yes, that was condensed!). It was stressful, time consuming, and beyond difficult, but it was a life experience. Isn't that what we should be doing? Experiencing life?
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| All of us in the truck on the way to California. |
