Moving is never easy. It involves lots of planning and re-planning and back-up plans for the back-up plans. If you’re lucky, you’re only on ‘Plan C’ by the time you finally arrive. We were lucky and arrived using only ‘Plan C’. We are now, however, well on our way to ‘Plan E or F’. Here’s the run-down of our trip from our little rock in the pond to everything-really-is-bigger-here Texas.
Last Saturday we packed our bags for the last time, then mailed whatever wouldn’t fit. You know, things like the shower head we forgot to take down before the movers came. Sam and Roxie decided thy wanted to get mailed too. Silly puppies.
That night, we enjoyed final BBQ with our CE friends. We really couldn’t have asked for a better way to wrap up our time in Lajes. Just looking at the pictures makes me miss you all!
Bright and early Sunday morning, the circus that is our family arrived at the terminal for check-in.
Thankfully, two of our friends volunteered to help us get two very large dog kennels, two dogs, four suitcases, and two back-packs into the terminal and onto the plane.
Many, many more of our friends arrived at the terminal to wish us farewell. It’s hard to say ‘see you soon’ to so many great people all at once, but it seemed a fitting end to a tour that started with a welcome attended by just as many people.
That night, we landed in Baltimore, picked up our dogs, and tried to wrangle four luggage carts to the pick-up point for the hotel shuttle. Thanks to some help from the shuttle driver, we managed to get everything to the hotel and into our room where we all promptly collapsed. The time change is a real pain for the first couple of days.
Monday morning, we reloaded everything into the shuttle then made our way to the cargo terminal to check in the dogs. Once the dogs were checked in for their flights, we went to the passenger terminal and checked ourselves in for our flights. I managed to make arrangements for the dogs to be cargo on the same flights we would be taking. The theory being, if one of the flights was delayed along the way, we would still all arrive in San Antonio at the same time. We flew to Atlanta, where we saw the dog kennels sitting on the tarmac waiting to be loaded in the plane, before finally landing in San Antonio at 7:45pm (that’s nearly 1am Azores time).
We loaded the circus into another shuttle, this one took us to the car rental counter. I would have loved to see a video of us making our way through the airport with everything in tow. I’m sure we were quite a sight. We got our upgraded rental car (thank you Enterprise!) and collapsed in yet another hotel room.
Tuesday morning, we dropped the dogs off at the kennel (no pet-friendly rooms available in lodging on base) and started our search for a new house to call home. We saw nine houses and eliminated all but two of them from the search. We finally got to enjoy our first meal at Chipotle! It really is the little things.
We also got our first taste of traffic and driving in the big city. Now, as I had hoped, there are lanes on these road. However, the paint is so worn that you can hardly see them, and people don’t really stay in their lanes. Rather, they weave in and out of the streams of traffic trying to get just one car ahead in the line. It’s enough to make you crazy. But not as crazy as random pedestrians, stopped cars, and ridiculously narrow roads.
We continued house hunting on Wednesday and plan to finish up tomorrow. ‘Good enough’ is much easier to find than ‘perfect’, so this search is going much faster than our search in Kansas.
Chris checked into work yesterday, and I moved the dogs to a kennel we could actually afford to keep them in for more than two days (seriously Petsmart, it’s a dog kennel not an apartment!) Then, I went shopping for interview clothes and other items that I haven’t been able to buy for the last two years. Things like the only brand of make-up that doesn't make me break out in hives. I also attempted a bit of grocery shopping. Shopping in the teeny, tiny little commissary at Lajes left me under-prepared for what I was getting into. Let’s just say this was the score of yesterday’s shopping trip: HEB – 1, me – 0. Another description… “Holy choices, Batman!”
Chris is at work again today, and I’m in the hotel trying to figure out if I should just suck it up and get my own web address so I can make my blog look like I really want it to. Choices, choices.