Today, we moved the last of our stuff from Tulsa to OKC. Last Saturday, with the help of my parents, and a couple of friends from church (Jon and Crystal), we moved the bulk of our belongings. We packed everything in a rickety, bouncy U-Haul truck and drove to OKC. We got home late that night, so we just parked the truck in drive and waited to unload it. The next day, Angela’s parents and her brother helped unload it. Everything comes out much quicker than it goes in.
For the next week, I got up in the mornings and went to find some affordable out of state moving companies before going to work at Hobby Lobby, and Ang went to work unpacking. Just when she got as much unpacked as she could (the kitchen is even cuter here than it was in Tulsa, if you can imagine that!), the weekend came, and, with it, another truck load. We brought this load in 15-foot Ryder, and got it unloaded as soon as we got their, thanks, in large part, to the help of Angela’s dad, Warren. Now, we have boxes and furniture stacked everywhere, again, so we get to spend another week unpacking.
Leaving our old house was a bittersweet moment for us. There were a lot of good memories made in that house, and it’s pretty sad to think that we can’t go back and revisit all of that. Every couple goes through it — we know that — but it was still pretty sad. We are, however, following God’s leading to where we are, and, although we can’t sit where I proposed to Angela again, we can, and do, relive that moment often in our minds.