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After 6 LONG months of anticipation, moving day finally arrived. You'd think that with that much time to prepare that I would have had a grip on my emotions. Not so. Just as we were about to drive away, the heavens opened and cried with us. I clung to my best friend until the very moment I had to drive away in the car. I felt so very hollow leaving that neighborhood - we have amazing friends,a wonderful home and neighborhood. We had so much help with our move. Countless men packing the truck, friends and family cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, wonderful meals and so much love. 








HOWEVER, that hollow feeling was quickly replaced with panic as we found out that our truck had mechanical issues. We had to haul the entire family along with 2 moving vans to a city that was 15 miles away. Fortunately it was a quick fix but it did set us back about 3 hours. Approximately 1 hour into the drive, my van mirror on the passenger side door fell off - OK, didn't completely fall off, but it was hanging by a thread, which by the way caused the mirror to smack into the window every time I went over a bump. I am sure the drivers behind me got quick a kick out of us! Dave met me just before Yakima to duck(t) taped it back together. After two LONG days, we made it safely to Alpine and our sweet family was waiting there to help us unload our trucks. The house we were moving into wasn't going to be ready for another week and so we had to try and attempt to get 2, 26' trucks full of our life and pack them into a small, 2 car garage. No words can describe the craft that went into this effort. Pictures coming...
No move is complete without an injury (or two) I took a chunk out my achilles with a table, but my dad patched it up with some alcohol (not to drink, but that would have been nice...) and some cool yellow band-aids. #2 Tucker was sitting on Eden's lap and got thrown off a tire swing after he had been twisted and turned several times. He went into the house (that we are not supposed to occupy until next week) and threw up ALL over the bathroom. Last but not least,  it only took Liza 10 minutes in the new yard to get a reprimand from our 92 year old neighbor. See, no matter where we live, the Collings will always be the same!


Stay tuned for more of our adventures from Utah.


PS - you know you are in Utah when the local grocery store is selling CTR and Articles Of Faith stickers at the checkout stand...

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