Because it was so last minute, everything happened so fast. We had even less time to pack than when we moved from Los Angeles to Vancouver, and somehow it seemed like we had so much more stuff too. We planned that the movers would pick up everything on July 16th and we would hit the road on the 17th. Thankfully everything went smoothly with the movers (or so we thought...but more on that later).
We had the whole trip planned. Friday we would drive straight through from Vancouver to Salt Lake City, Utah, Saturday we would drive to Denver, Colorado, and Sunday we would finally arrive in Little Rock, Arkansas.
I have this (maybe) strange hobby where I love to collect the reusable Trader Joe's bags from all across the country. Main cities have their own themed bags. Right now I have Southern and Northern California, Boston, Arizona and Portland. I planned to stop at Trader Joe's along the way to pick up some but it turns out that not all of the stores have them.
Once we crossed over into Wyoming it started POURING. It was like nothing I had experienced before. I'm used to California rain, which really was nothing compared to this. The eery part about it was that, because Wyoming is so open, we could see exactly where the storms were, whether it was off in the distance or directly in our path. The thing that freaked me out the most though was the lightening. It reminded me of War of the Worlds. It was coming down right next to us or in front of us. I felt bad for the motorcyclist because they were getting soaked. But we were in the middle of no where and there wasn't even a gas station or restaurant to pull into to take a break. The weather cleared for the last hour or so driving through Wyoming and it was clear for about an hour once we reached Colorado but about an hour outside of Denver it got dark quickly. And it wasn't because the sun had set. It was because a huge storm rolled in fast as we were driving. This was definitely the scariest part of the trip. It was coming down way harder than it didn't in Wyoming and I was barely about to see in front of our car. We just too it easy and went extremely slow. This storm lasted for about 45 minutes before we finally drove out of it. After that it was clear sailing into downtown Denver.
Once we got to our hotel (again thank you to my grandparents for paying for our hotels), we decided to walk through the downtown/mall area we were in. Obviously we were in a prime location. It reminded me of 3rd Street Promenade but definitely a lot less crowded. The most important thing to do in Denver, at least for us, was to pick up some jerseys. I had been wanting a Demaryius Thomas jersey and Shawn wanted an Emmanuel Sanders jerseys. So of course we had to get those! When in Denver, right?
We then hit the road and headed east towards Kansas. After stopping for breakfast at an IHOP in east Colorado I fell alseep pretty quickly. When I woke up we were at a gas station. Iassumed that I had only been sleeping for a little bit. Nope. Right as I walk into the gas station it was obvious we were in Kansas. There was Wizard of Oz stuff everywhere. I wish I would have had more time to look around and of course buy a few things because I love that movie so much but because of our breakfast stop we were already behind on time. The longest part of the drive for both of us was Kansas. It just felt like it was never ending. It was just fields after fields after fields. And that got boring after the first two hours. After Kansas we finally made it to Oklahoma, where there were a few brief moments of panic because all of a sudden there were tolls. We were able to pull into a gas station to get change thankfully. After driving through Oklahoma for about three hours we FINALLY made it to Arkansas. Finally! We were exhausted but still had three hours to go. I was just so excited though when we finally drove past that state line that it was like I all of a sudden had this burst of energy and I was so excited to finally be here. It took us to finally get into Little Rock. Our friends, Chris and Sarah, let us stay at their house for the night (thank you!). In the morning we got up, signed our apartment paperwork and it was official. We were now residence of Arkansas.
Newt week on the blog I will be talking about our nightmare with the moving company (it's a doozy) and our life here in Little Rock, Arkansas. I hope you'll come back to read it! Until then, I hope you are having a fantastic week and if you aren't then I hope today is the day that it turns around and gets better.
I'll see you next week!