relocation narration 2 (hill)

[i hate to bump jamie o off of the top of the page, but life goes on … ]

so it’s official: my brother and family moved to utah … they are soooooooo happy in their new home! (cantchya tell?!)

but it was a HELLACIOUS move including:

– 2 moving vans

– 1 pickup truck

– 1 suv

– 2 trailers

– 5 people

– 3 dogs

– 1 cat

i helped with the packing up for several days and thought i was going to be waving them and their caravan goodbye on the wednesday. but by wednesday night, they realized they had more stuff than their moving van could accommodate. alan would have to come back, almost immediately, to get the rest of their things. or …

thursday morning i offered to cancel my appointments and weekend plans, find a petsitter, get a return flight home, and drive a second moving van to utah … and get to spend a few more days with my family.

since their beds were packed, they all spent the night at my house on thursday night. friday morning i realized — fortunately! — that i needed to take daisey to the vet for her flying papers. so we all headed to the vet, then up to their rental house to pack up the rest and get going. it took ALL DAY. we didn’t depart until 8:36pm, and of course there was the requisite last visit to the local starbucks, so we didn’t really hit the road until 9:24pm. made it to auburn.

we were quite the convoy: alan leading the way in the biggest moving van he could rent, towing their car; andrew, 20, following with his cat leelu and william, 15, in their pickup truck loaded with motorcycles & bicycles; olivia driving their suv with lab leo and little mutt max in the backseat towing a trailer; and me bringing up the rear in the second, smaller moving van with my furry friend daisey. oof! woof!

we drove 10 hours the next day on what has to be the most boring, godawful piece of landscape in the world. reno. winnemucca. battle mountain. what do people do out here? at 7pm we stopped in elko, nv for more starbucks (the other kind of fuel).

they wanted to go another two hours to wendover. i called uncle. i was done. cooked. finito. we stayed in a hotel with casino attached — in which they still allow smoking (!) — smuggling the animals into the hotel rooms once again. andrew is highly affected by cigarette smoke, and even his non-smoking room was unbearable, so he slunk off to sleep in the suv in the cold … my nephew slept in the car while the animals had room service!

princess daisey mae is an intrepid traveller (she’s even been to france). during the drive, she didn’t want to miss a piece of the action, and there wasn’t much action but for the NOISE of the engine that even the am radio could not din … she kept falling asleep sitting up, with her head resting on the seatbelt …

our gas/coffee/food/pee breaks were the excitement of the day and, with 5 people and 3 dogs, kept us busy. no wonder it took so long!

on the third day, we were actually getting closer to salt lake city. and then, we blessedly turned off of hwy 80 (NEVER again). and onto the road to their new home. up, up, up we climbed toward the spectacular wasatch mountains.

somehow, we made it. oof and woof again! an arduous journey with a pot of gold at the end. they are so pleased with the new house — the space, the rooms, the kitchen!, the new neighborhood, the views, snowbird just 25 minutes away. it had taken us so much longer than expected that i’d changed my flight to the next day. we unloaded the trailer and smaller van but the beds were in the monster truck that we couldn’t get into ’til the next day. so we camped out on the living room floor.

monday the troops descended to help unload. olivia’s brother, his son, alan’s school pal scott and wife suzanne and her brother. and this is why alan and olivia and andrew and william moved to utah: family,  friends, natural beauty, and realistic real estate prices. my wish for them is a very happy new life!

but i miss them already, sometimes with an ache in the heart, sometimes it’s as if i’m on the top of a ferris wheel and there’s nothing but air beneath my feet.

the troops

sam, dave and scott (l - r)

suzanne

andrew

william

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About hillarah

my dad gave me my first camera in high school, a sturdy black minolta. i found my gift, my voice, my way to be with the world. after journalism school, i swashbuckled as a photojournalist for over a decade. moved home to norcal to be near family and started a boutique stock photography agency, see jane run. life had other plans. my camera lived mostly in the closet for nine years. last summer working on a film in france and spain, my camera became my friend again. and now, it's like rekindling a long-lost love. now with more wisdom, more freedom. pure joy.
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3 Responses to relocation narration 2 (hill)

  1. Valerie says:

    Wow, Hill, what a journey. For you all. Their new street/home/view!/ look fabulous. Please: give them my love and wish them all the best. And you, don’t be sad. You, too, begin now a new adventure! (I gave my first eyechai card last week, for a bat mitzvah card . . . was so hard to choose which to use! That these should be my only hardships . . . .). xoxo

  2. Laura says:

    EPIC!

  3. Julie Fishman says:

    Great saga!

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