Moving and Preparation
Missionary couples make all kinds of choices for what to do with their homes for the 18 months or so of a mission. We love our ward and neighborhood, but think we may prefer a house when we return. So, we spent the month of March moving out of our condo,
which meant massive sorting – trash, DI, long term storage and pack for the
mission. Amazing what we still (or again) had accumulated since our last clear out! We rented a storage unit close
by for the furniture and household items we would pack for 20 months or so,
until we found a new home and there were only a few days when we didn’t take
something to our storage. Gradually we had fewer pieces of furniture to use
until we moved into a lovely place provided by a dear friend for us to use
until we left for the mission.
It was a blur then and it is even more so now.
Near the end of March we were out of the condo and then had some professional
help in cleaning it and preparing it for a lovely woman who hopes it's her last move.
We also spent time in March and then into April acquiring the last few things we needed to bring with us to the mission. We packed our two big suitcases with clothes, personal items and electronics like our laptops. To avoid extra fees we were urged to pack no more than 50 pounds each, plus a carry-on bag weighing no more than 40 pounds. So we weighed repacked and reweighed, and did it again until the last moment. We made it with 1 pound over on a suitcase of Jayne's and a wink from the nice ticket agent.
Before we left we wanted to visit as many of our children
and grandchild as possible. So we planned a trip to New Orleans to visit the
Clifford family living there. With help from Greg’s Frontier nephew we were
able to fly to New Orleans to visit two cute little boys (and
their cute parents).
We saw some local sights like the French Quarter and swamps and ate some tasty local food. On the way back to Salt Lake we stopped in Denver and spent an afternoon visiting Greg’s 91-year-old father. The goodbyes began.
We saw some local sights like the French Quarter and swamps and ate some tasty local food. On the way back to Salt Lake we stopped in Denver and spent an afternoon visiting Greg’s 91-year-old father. The goodbyes began.
We also visited three cute grand boys in St. George and got
to watch a baseball practice of the near 6 year old, and the antics of the 5 and 3 year olds.