One Crazy Weekend

Well, that was interesting. Here’s a recap of our moving experience for anyone who cares…

It took a little longer than we thought, but we finally got all our stuff from Loveland, CO to Lebanon, MO. All except for my family that is. Daphne and Jadon will be staying out there for another week, so that they can spend some time with Daphne’s parents and have a mini-vacation before they come home. As for all of our material possessions, those are all here in Lebanon. Finally.

The move started out smoothly enough. I headed out from Loveland on Thursday around 7:30 a.m. Mountain time and got to Lebanon around 1:30 a.m. Central time. Needless to say, I took my time and enjoyed the trip. Everything went smoothly, I got to stop and see my mom along the way, and really had a pretty enjoyable trip.

On Friday morning, my dad, Heather, and I got up and left to head right back out to Loveland to pack up our stuff and bring it back to Lebanon. We didn’t quite make it all the way to Loveland in one day, so we ended up sleeping in Limon, CO on Friday night. It was a fairly uneventful day other than a couple of unexpected pit stops – one of which may or may not have resulted in me knocking on the door of some random person’s farmhouse somewhere in the middle of Kansas. They didn’t answer. Miraculously, we were able to make it back to a rest stop we had passed a couple miles back without me needing a change of shorts.

Saturday was definitely our most productive day. We got up Saturday morning, made the two hour trip from Limon to Loveland, loaded up all our stuff in the U-Haul, and headed back. We ended up driving from Loveland to Salina, KS before stopping to sleep. This would be the part where we started having some issues. By issues, I mean there was no working A/C in the U-Haul for most of the day. It worked off and on when we left Loveland, but completely gave out somewhere in eastern Colorado. That’s fine though, it’s not like it was in the mid to high 90’s most of the day. What’s that? It was in the mid to high 90’s? Oh yeah…it was. But who’s counting?

When we got up Sunday morning, we were looking forward to finishing up and being home. We had great intentions. We were going to drive the rest of the way home, unload everything into a storage unit, and be done with it. So we headed out and were making great time…or at least as well as could be expected. The A/C still didn’t work and it was hot again, but dad and Heather were troopers and had a great attitude about it. So, we are motoring along, going good…until we got near Sedalia, MO.

About 15 miles before Sedalia, the U-Haul truck decided it didn’t want to run anymore. The belt on the A/C doohickey snapped. At least I think it was the doohickey…it may have be the A/C thingamajig. Whatever it was, the fact that it broke meant that we couldn’t go any farther. So we pulled off onto the 8 foot wide shoulder of I-70 and called the U-Haul roadside assistance people. Then we waited. Then a mechanic showed up and told us that there was nothing he could do and that the truck was going to have to be towed. So he called a tow truck for us. Then we waited. Then the big, huge, awesome tow truck came and hauled our gimpy U-Haul truck away. I kid you not – that tow truck was the size of a fire truck and moved nearly too fast for the Camry to keep up. Very impressive.

After the big, awesome tow truck did it’s thing, we drove back to Lebanon and waited in eager anticipation for a call from the shop informing us that we could come retrieve it. Okay, so maybe we weren’t waiting too eagerly, considering the fact that the truck being done meant that we had to unload it, but we did wait. A couple days later, the call came and we went to pick up the truck the next day. We walked into the shop, told them we were there for the U-Haul, and were told that the keys were in it and it was ready to go. Really, that’s all it took. No showing idea or any sort of proof that the truck was ours. They must have gone through it and realized that there wasn’t much in there worth stealing and that if we were there to claim it, it must really be ours. Or we’re just back in Missouri where people tend to trust each other. It’s good to be home.

So we picked up the truck, took it back to Lebanon and unload all our junk into a storage unit where it resides to this day. Now I’m halfway hoping that a tornado comes along and blows it all away so that we never have to move it all again. A person can dream, right?

*Here’s a picture of the broke down U-Haul. This seems safe, right? It stayed there for two hours until the tow truck dragged it away*

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Well, That Didn’t Take Long

You may have heard that a couple months ago Daphne,  Jadon, and I decided to move from Joplin, MO to Loveland, CO.  There was a lot that went into that decision and we felt at the time like it was what we were supposed to do.  If nothing else, we thought, it will give us an opportunity to get out of our comfort zone and experience life in a different place for a while.  So we packed up everything and moved to Colorado.

Over the last couple months, we’ve had a lot of good experiences.  Going up into the mountains, watching wild elk walk around the yard, seeing prairie dogs every time we drive past the field down the road, and experiencing life in a different place and a much different culture than we are used to.  For all the good things that Colorado has to offer, and there are plenty of good things, we just don’t feel like this is a place where we fit.  At this point, it’s not a place we can ever imagine feeling like home.  That’s not to bash Colorado or say that it’s not a good place to live.  It’s just not a good place for us.  I could go into all the details and reasons and blah, blah, blah, but I don’t want to bore you or turn this into a Colorado bashing session.  The best way I can think to put it is that, for us, Colorado is a great place to vacation, but not a good place to live.

So we’re moving again.  This time to Lebanon, MO.  Daphne and I both used to live there, we’ve always liked it, and I have family there.  Plus, it’s where I found a job.  I’ll basically be doing the same thing I was doing in Joplin, but for a different company.  I realize that it doesn’t sound nearly as glamorous to say that we are moving to Lebanon, MO as it does to say that we are moving to Loveland, CO, but we think that this will be a much better situation for our family.

I will be driving back to Lebanon all day today (Thursday) with a carload of stuff, then will turn around and leave Friday afternoon to head back to Loveland with my dad and step-mom.  We will be loading up all our stuff in a U-Haul truck on Saturday and then heading back to Lebanon either on Saturday after we get it all loaded or on Sunday morning.  Daphne and Jadon, however, will be staying a couple extra weeks so that Daphne can finish out her time at her job and then have a week to just hang out with her parents before heading back.  They will fly into KC on the 4th of September and I will pick them up from the airport once they arrive.

I’ve always enjoyed taking long drives, so I am actually looking forward to all the driving.  I realize that making a 13-14 hour drive 3 times in 4 days isn’t most people’s idea of fun, but if nothing else it should be interesting.

It’s almost 1 a.m., which means I am leaving in (hopefully) 6 hours or so (as long as I actually wake up when I want to) and I haven’t decided which way I will be going.  I can either drive to Joplin, then up I-44 to Lebanon, or go through KC and take some other roads.  I think going through KC may actually be a bit quicker, but at this point I’m leaning more toward the Joplin route.  I figure that since I know it better and know more people along the way, that would be a better way to go.  I’m pretty sure that I can make it all the way to Lebanon, but if you live along that route and I get too tired of driving tomorrow, you may be getting a call.

So there you have it.  It didn’t take us long to figure out that Colorado isn’t the place for us.  We really don’t see it as giving up, but as knowing when to walk away from something that’s not going to work.  There’s no reason to force something that’s not there and we might as well get out before we get stuck and don’t have a choice.  We don’t regret anything that we’ve done, but we are pumped to get back home.  I think one of the hardest parts of the move back is that we are going to be so close to all our friends and family in Joplin, but knowing that it’s just far enough away (about 2 hours) that we won’t get to see you all nearly as much as we’d like.  We will definitely head down that way to visit though.

So there you have it.  We’re on the move again.  We’re starting to feel like gypsies, but this should be the last move for a while.  At least now you know that if you are ever in or passing through Lebanon, you’ll always have a reason to stop, friends to visit, and a place to stay.  Hope to see you soon!

Bike Lane? What Bike Lane?

Photo taken from my teal pickup of bicyclists riding their bikes in the auto lane instead of the designated bike lane

It seems like there are cyclists everywhere you go around here.  So many, in fact, that there are bike lanes on nearly every road.  The only problem with that is the fact that a lot of the cyclists don’t care to use their lanes.  So if the cyclists are going to use the car lanes instead of the bike lanes, does that mean the cars can use the bike lanes instead of the car lanes?