Showing posts with label The Big Move. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Big Move. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Road Trip: Grapevine, TX to Stevensville, MT

David was gone 3 weeks, off to his new job in Missoula, Montana.  This left me behind to work on packing and finalizing the details for the sale of our house in Texas.  Truthfully, this went pretty smoothly.  Our house was only on the market 2 weeks when we had an offer.  The inspection only turned up 3 things the buyer wanted fixed and all of those were relatively minor.  Packing showed me how much stuff I own, both necessary and not.  I had a hard time imagining moving with all 3 of the kids at home.  I had to make several repeat trips for bubble wrap and boxes.  We haven't moved in 10 years and most of the things in the house were accumulated during that time.  I didn't know how to even estimate what would be needed. 

David returned to Texas on Christmas Eve to pack up his garage and to drive back to Montana with me.  The original plan was for me to stay though the closing of the house on January 7 and drive up by myself with our dog Karma.  But David was not comfortable with that plan for a number of reasons, many of them related to possible weather problems.  We may not have much of a winter in Texas but they do in Montana and other states generally north of us.

Ironically, it snowed on Christmas in Dallas.  This little snowman is about 8 inches tall and is on a small table on our back patio.  He didn't last long.

We spent the last few days visiting with my parents, our daughter and granddaughter and my brother and his family.

Aaron and Ashley at our house playing The Redneck Game of Life.  Highly recommended game.  Just like Life only redneck.  Which is why it is shocking that David has never won.  Aaron won this round forcing his wife Cathy to hand over the trophy:  a large glow in the dark plastic tooth.

You win by having the most teeth left at the end of the game.  As you can see from my scorecard, I am down to 7 teeth.  You end up with a lot of kids named Daryl.  At one time I had 7 but I got to give them all away and was left with only Gene.  This helps my paltry salary as the Monster Truck Announcer since each kid reduces your payday by $10. 
Plus, your rig has to hold all of your young en's.

I have room for 8 (total for both rigs).  One more and I would have had to buy another rig.

David and I also went to the Black & White Play at the Eismann Center in Richardson, TX.  We have gone to this play right after Christmas for the past 3 years.  The first year I correctly guessed who the killer was (a guess based strictly on the name of the character).  Neither of us have gotten it right since.

The main character with a random kid.  The actors clothing, makeup and the scenery are done to look like a 40's film noir.  When they come out to the lobby after the performance it is shocking to see them next to things that are "in color".  This play is a lot of fun and if you are in the Dallas area around the end of the year and enjoy plays, I highly recommend it.
 
David's plan for the drive up is to follow the same route he drove back in December when he moved.  The only difference is he moved to a motel in Missoula.  This time we are moving to the house David rented 3 days before returning to Texas.  It is about 25 miles outside of Missoula in the small town of Stevensville.

The route will take us north to our first stop in Oklahoma City.  Now, for those of you who aren't familiar with this area, that is about a 3 hour drive from where we lived in Grapevine.  Not a long first day but this is going to be the first stop for 2 reasons. 

The movers are expected to finish emptying our house and leave by around 5 pm.  It seems a little senseless to sit around our empty house or to stay in a local hotel.  It was a little odd to be back where we started, sitting in this house with it totally empty.  David and I did this almost 10 years ago when we bought the house (it was already vacant) on the day of the inspection.  We will miss the 10 year anniversary in this house by one month.  We moved in on February 1, 2003.  We moved out on January 2, 2013.

The second reason for our stop in OKC is that it is free.  David's brother lives there and he and his family kindly let us come stay.  A special thanks to Abby for the use of her bed for the night.

I have to stop here for the one-liners since David started them up less than a block from our old house:
  • Damn, we are packed in here like a &%$@* clown car!
  • My butt is going to get itchy.
  • Look...Elvis and Bigfoot had a kid.
  • Cleaning the bathroom is clearly a loose term here.
  • I am trying to control my weirdos, I don't need them making a hasty exit later.
  • As long as no train comes by while you're doing that, it will be fine.
  • The only panting I want to hear in my ear when my eyes are closed is yours.
  • We'd make it the sweetest little hotel this side of whatever the hell town this is.
  • I better leave the room then so there won't be any witnesses.
  • This is where the deer and the antelope play.
  • I think you are making that shit up as you go.
  • I've got weak-ass fingernails.
  • And just like BOOM, sun's up.
  • I am looking kind of roguish.
  • You still have like half an hour or so to say something ignorant.
I know that's a lot but that isn't even all of them and we were in the car for over 3 days.

The next day we go from OKC to Valentine, Nebraska.  Everyone keeps saying how cold it will be in Montana but right now, I all I know is that it is bitterly cold in Kansas and Nebraska.  And for anyone planning a drive across Oklahoma, Kansas and Nebraska, here is some advice:

Take a nap.  It looks like this most of the way.

When you travel with animals, it makes the hotel situation a little harder - assuming you are honest and don't try to sneak them in where they aren't allowed, which we didn't do.  The difficulty of finding a decent place to stay with your pet is increased in places like Valentine, NE.

I guess David and I will have to make alternate dinner plans.  This is the place that prompted the comment about the lack of bathroom cleanliness.  There was a wad of hair (human?) on the shower wall and some dried blood spots on the wall behind the door.

Karma did really well after the first day.  She got into a routine and did what needed to be done when we stopped.  Mostly she looked out the window.

She was in the back of the clown car.  After OKC, we managed to get her a little more room on the seat.  She did manage to roll the window down in the back once.  I had to lock them to keep her from doing it again.  She's a smart girl.

I was really happy to see this sign but sadly, it doesn't mean we are there yet.  We are on the far east side near South Dakota and our house is on the far west side, almost to Idaho.  We have another night in a hotel to go.  It was worse than the one in Valentine.

This sign, right after the one above, was a little more confusing.

I might need more description than "invasive species".  Maybe there should be a little brochure available at this sign for those of us who don't know what exactly is covered.

Finally after 4 days, 2 crappy hotels, 1 not crappy borrowed bed, and lots of McDonald's over 7 states (Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, South Dakota, Wyoming and Montana), we arrived at our new home!

David rented this house after seeing it online.  When he came out to see it we connected on Skype so I could see it too.  This is my first time to see it in person and I must say, David did good.  We decided to wait to buy.  It was too hard to do with him in Montana and me in Texas.  Plus, this gives us a chance to get the "lay of the land".

The best part of the house is the view from my office. 

My old view

My new view. 
This was taken outside but it is the same view I have when I am sitting at my desk.  Only with a big sliding glass door between.

I found out from my travels for work that there are some places in the world where you just feel like you belong.  My new friend here, Diana, said, "There are places that make your heart sing".  This is one of those places for me.  I love it here.  And all of those people worried about me and the cold can stop.  It was much colder in Kansas than it is here.  I can already see though that I am going to have to invest in a lot more moisturizer and lotion because it is so much drier here than back in Texas. 

I only have one disappointment so far...

The snowmen.  I expected lots of fantastic snowmen here but this specimen from the Lowe's garden center in Missoula is pretty typical of what I have seen.  The snow here is very powdery and not conducive to packing.

I also learned one more thing about snow people in general, courtesy of someone who shall remain anonymous.  Do you know how to tell the difference between a snowman and a snowwoman?

Snowballs.









Sunday, December 30, 2012

2012 In Review

2012 saw me traveling more than I ever have in the past.  Once upon a time, my job might take me on the road 10 times a year.  This year, out of a possible 48 weeks (if you take out my vacation), I traveled 27 of those.  I even traveled the week of Thanksgiving.

This is not all of the room photos.  There were a few trips towards the end of the year where I simply forgot.  I had a lot on my mind.  More on that in a moment.

David made numerous jokes about how it was like having a girlfriend on the weekend only.  One stretch in the summer saw me gone 8 weeks in a row.  Here's where I went, in order:
  • Hazelwood, MO
  • Washington, DC with stops in Knoxville, TN and Bethesda, MD to see our brand new grandbaby (this was a combined work/family trip).
  • Laredo, TX
  • York, PA (with a side trip to Maryland to see my daughter and granddaughter)
  • Fort Worth, TX (I only count this local trip because I had to stay at the hotel where my company was hosting our annual conference)
  • Omaha, NE
  • Amarillo, TX
  • San Francisco, CA
  • Santa Rosa, CA
  • Oakland, CA (Vacation with David)
  • Yosemite National Park (Vacation with David)
  • San Francisco, CA (Vacation with David)
  • Houston, TX
  • Jacksonville, FL
  • Omaha, NE (again)
  • Lubbock, TX
  • Georgetown, TX
  • San Antonio, TX
  • Victoria, TX
  • Corpus Christi, TX
  • Omaha, NE (yes, again)
  • Kansas City, MO
  • Alexander City, AL
  • Pensacola, FL (Vacation with Kendall, my parents & my niece)
  • Hammond, IN
  • Malta, NY (Vacation with David to see our son)
  • Cooperstown, NY (Vacation)
  • Miami, FL
  • Dickson, TN
  • Franklin, TN
  • Columbia, TN
  • Pittsburgh, PA
  • Missoula, MT (with David)
  • Edwardsville, IN
  • Chambersburg, PA (with a side trip to Maryland to visit my daughter and granddaughter)
The idea behind this blog was to force me to get out.  Get out of the hotel.  Get out of my own way.  Over the 12 years I have traveled for work I spent the bulk of that in the hotel watching television and/or working.  As much as I hate to travel, that didn't help.  So this year I was going to get out and do something, find out what these places had to offer.  So I did.  And now I can't imagine ever going back to my old ways.

I saw a bunch of plays and musicals - both community theatre and national tours of Broadway shows.  I saw the Texas Rangers play in Oakland and San Francisco.  David and I took our first real vacation after 25 years of marriage.  I went to a couple of interesting museums and ate at a few good (and a couple of bad) places featured on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives.  For the first time ever, I looked forward to traveling because I looked forward to exploring something other than my hotel.

Best Work Outing:
This would probably have to be the two times at Jersey Boys in Pittsburgh.  First time was planned, the second just two days later was spur of the moment.

Worst Work Outing:
The Samuel Beckett plays I saw in San Francisco, Xanadu was a close second.

Favorite City of 2012 - Work Trip:
Omaha was a nice surprise, especially since I went three times.  They are already on the calendar for 2013 so I am going to have to start being creative.

Least Favorite City of 2012 - Work Trip:
Miami.  I still don't like this city and this was my third time there. 

Best Vacation Outing:
Sitting in "they yard" at Alcatraz watching the sun set behind the Golden Gate Bridge.

Worst Vacation Outing:
The Texas Rangers game at Oakland.  The stadium was awful and the man in front of me was completely obnoxious.  Also, Texas lost.  Badly.

In the beginning I was writing three blog posts a week.  Now I am down to about once a week.  Life sometimes gets in the way.  I still have a few from 2012 to write about but I have been busy.  This is because the trip with David to Missoula, Montana back in October resulted in us deciding to move there. 

So this coming Wednesday, we will get in the car and begin the 1,798 mile trip from our current Grapevine, Texas home to our new one in Stevensville, Montana.

I won't be posting for a couple of weeks.  Be patient with me because I will be back once I am settled in our new home and back out on the road.  I already have trips set up for Phoenix, Bakersfield, CA and New Orleans.  I think the strangest thing will be returning to the Dallas area as a tourist.  This is something I will do 4-5 times a year as part of my job (I am taking my current job with me).  Also, there will be lots of exploring in Montana to do. 
So as my dad used to say, "Hang in there, we'll see you on the flip side".

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Meet Me In Montana: Missoula, MT

I haven't posted in 3 weeks.  It honestly seems like longer.  I have struggled with whether I was done with this, at least for now, but today I find that I am not.  Not yet.  And a LOT has happened.  Some good, some bad. 

Relax, this isn't the bad.

There is a company in Missoula, Montana that David talked to about a job a few years back.  At that time, our daughter was preparing to move in with her daughter.  The job would be a slight step back in pay (but a step forward in a lot of other ways) and we just didn't feel we could do it while taking on two dependents and with no way of knowing how long they would be with us.  A year and a half turned out to the be answer. 

Then, the opportunity presented itself again.  I encouraged David to go up there this time and at least talk to them.  Then he could make a more informed decision.  Once he went to Wichita, Kansas to interview for a job and on the way home he called and said, "I don't want to live in Wichita."  Maybe that would happen again.  So he told them he would come up.

And they said, "Bring her too."

I think this is a totally smart move on their part.  What if he took the job and then I moved up there and said, "What the hell were you thinking?"  This way we both know what we are getting in to.

David already knows someone at the company he will be interviewing with.  Gerry worked with David where David works now before Gerry and his wife relocated to Montana a few years ago.  We are surprised when Gerry meets us at the airport.

But not as surprised as I am at the huge bear in the lobby or the various other animals stuffed and mounted on the walls and in other cases.  You definitely wouldn't see that at Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport.  This is also an "international airport".  I think they might have one flight a week to Canada.

Gerry wants to make sure David knows how to get to the office for the interview the next day.  The office is on the airport property.  Here in Dallas, that might require a tour and a map and a call saying you will be late the next day when you get lost.  I don't think that will be an issue here.  Gerry's wife is along for the trip and I like her immediately.  In fact, when we get to the parking lot, the boys go in one car and she and I go in another and we have known each other less than 15 minutes.

The next morning, David and I head to WalMart on the way to the office.

As an experienced packer it is somewhat unacceptable that neither of us managed to get here with a toothbrush.  At Walmart we buy a big pack of Swispers.  I will put the excess in my laptop bag for future packing lapses.

Once we arrive at the office, Gerry takes me on a tour of the facility and it is really interesting.  After that I leave David there and the plan is that I will come back around lunch and in the meantime I will go check out Missoula.  I have three things on my agenda:  look at some neighborhoods, go to the quilt store and go to the art museum.  I never made it to the art museum.

I find this pumpkin patch in the first neighborhood I go to.  The view is spectacular as it is most everywhere.  Even in the WalMart parking lot we had a great view of the mountains.

At the quilt store, I browse around and one of the ladies asks if she can help me.  We start talking and I mention that we are thinking of moving to the area and I just wanted to see what my choices were in town for quilting supplies and fabric.  She ends up giving me her HOME phone number so that if I move and have questions, I can feel free to call her.  Let me just say, that would NEVER happen at home and at home I would never do this myself.  The more we met people on this trip the more we realized that things here are just different.  More trusting.  Slower.

Even at Hooters, which David was happy to see they had because "the food is so good".  After one drink and some fried cheese we had to hunt the waitress down so we could leave for an appointment as we had been there about 45 minutes and no one had taken our food order.

I am starting to learn that people believe that nothing exists in Montana but Missoula isn't a tiny town.  They had a lot of the stores we have where we live now.  I saw an Old Navy, an Outback Steakhouse, a Lowe's.  The difference is that where we live now there are 2 Lowe's within 5 miles of our house and another that is about 8 miles away.  In Missoula, there is 1, the next closest one is in Helena, MT, 118 miles away.  I am pretty sure I can live with just 1.

Although I am not sure if David and I can handle all of this traffic. 
Especially during rush hour like it is now.

We met with a realtor who gave us some areas to explore based on our budget and what type of home we would want.  One thing David and I are in agreement are is that we want a VIEW.  Maybe in part due to what happened at dinner.

Diana & Gerry had us over.  While waiting on Gerry to arrive, Diana sat with us on their dock.  Ducks came by.  An eagle flew over.  I felt a little like Cinderella with all of the wildlife coming out to greet me.  I think if I move here maybe little mice will come make quilts with me.

After going inside, I looked out the front windows and see a group of deer grazing across the way, 6-7 of them.  I get excited and point it out to David.  He says, "huh".  Apparently David is unimpressed by a stand of deer hanging around the house because when he was "a kid" he "saw that all the time".  I have known David a LONG time and I know that he spent his entire school career in the Grand Prairie district - a suburb of Dallas.  Not a town known for the free roaming deer.  So at some point before he was 5 he was apparently surrounded by deer to the extent that he became desensitized to beauty of them roaming wild.

(Update:  After reading this David said there were only 2 deer.  I said there were 8 and he accused me of exaggerating since I said 6-7 above.  He also said they were just standing there but the way I remember it they were frolicking along the water's edge and the little ones were playing freeze tag.)

The next day when we saw a single deer standing between two houses? NOW he is impressed.

On that note, I think this is a good time for my favorite one liners, which I have noticed are always better when David is around (you cannot even imagine the ones I don't put on here because our mothers might read this):

 - I can both inspect it and work on it, like a gynecologist.
 - Watch out for the duck poop.
 - Oh, I thought you were talking about sex.
 - I bet bus people suck more than airplane people.
 - We are at Nebraska you stupid heifer!

David went back for a second round of interviews the next day but we still had time for a little exploring.

We stumbled on Saint Mary's Mission, the oldest mission in Montana established in 1841. 


This was an Indian mission until 1891 when the Indians were moved to a reservation.  It was an active church until 1954 when a new church was built and it became a historic site.


When we went to the airport to return to Dallas, the TSA agent looked at my driver's license and said, "Texas?  No one lives in Texas anymore, they all live up here."  I said we might too soon.  I am pretty sure that I would be on a first name basis with this guy if we do because the airport is so small.  A woman sat down next to us and asked me if there was a gate number on my boarding pass.  I said no.  What I didn't say is:  Why do you need one?  You can see all of the gates from right here where we are sitting.  DFW has 5 terminals with between 30-40 gates EACH.  I think there were 4 total gates at this airport.

And a gift shop where I considered the purchase of these Moose earmuffs.  I decided against since we came home with no decision.  David bought some huckleberry licorice and jam.  He is a little obsessed with huckleberry.

The waiting was agony.  Diana is posting pictures on Facebook (we were FB "friends" the day we met) of Blue Heron and Big Horn Sheep from her hiking trips and I can only assume her commute to work.  In the meantime I had to set off for Nashville and then Edwardsville, IL.  My phone was practically glued to my hand.

I called David on the way to the airport in St. Louis to check in and I didn't even ask.  If he knew, he would have told me.  Less than 30 minutes later I miss a call from him (damn you 80's station on satellite radio!).  Later, I check my phone and there is a text:  Looks like I need to go shopping for some winter boots.

So today, this is the view from my house because WE ARE MOVING TO MONTANA!  As of today my house is officially for sale.  Soon I hope to trade this view for this one:


Between now and then, I have some catching up to do here as I never wrote about Pittsburgh, Miami, a visit to the local corn maze and a trip to Baltimore with my mom to see my daughter and granddaughter.  Be patient with me and I will get to all that but get ready for some moving stories along the way.  There are bound to be some interesting stories when you decide to move from Texas to Montana in the winter, right?