The last day in San Diego ~ Cue Excitement!

{ This post was written on August 11, 2016 but is just now being published. }

It's our last day. Tomorrow we'll be wheels up by 6 or 7am. We are all a thrum with excitement. Last night my girlfriends, Ryan and Christina, stopped by and brought snacks and wine. Amidst the chaos of our packed up patio, we three sat outside enjoying each other's company for what may be the last time in awhile. 

We ate and drank and paused our conversation every five minutes as the airplanes flew by overhead towards Linderbergh Field. The Point Loma pause, people call it. Also, the OB pause, the Hillcrest pause, and the Golden Hill pause; I shall not miss you.

This morning the girls got to open the presents I made for them. I figured there would be enough in the bags to keep them entertained as we packed the Uhaul and I was right. It was gratifying to see how much they loved the little presents.

C has been out of school for the summer and Lyra's last day of preschool was in July. We would not have been able to work, or to pack, without Lissa, our amazing summer babysitter. Lissa came highly recommended by our friend and former babysitter, Taylor. They were roommates in college. Lissa is about to start a Masters program in Chemistry at SDSU. 

C was over the moon when I told her she was going to have a scientist as a babysitter. 

Lissa, none of this would have been possible without you. If you ever need a place to stay when you're in Mammoth, our casa es su casa.

When we didn't have someone watching the girls, they did a fairly good job of either helping us or keeping out of the way. Sometimes they would set up little forts or play areas near where we were working.

For this last week Eric and I have been in high gear as far as packing up the house. Things seemed to naturally work out where one night I would do a hardcore, late night push of packing while he zonked out from fatigue and then we'd vice versa that as he got shit done and I passed out early.

It took me one afternoon and longggg evening to pack up the outdoor storage shed and all my sewing and work supplies.

I eventually got it all packed up, but it took a lot of podcasts of This American Life to get 'er done.

Eric put the girls to bed that night and ended up passing out with them. 

The following night I was exhausted. Eric stayed up after work and packed up the entire kitchen and pantry. ALL.OF.IT.

I have to stop and give a massive shout out to Eric for the work he did to get us packed and ready to leave San Diego. Anyone who knows Eric knows how much he detests moving, and helping other people move. If Eric helps you move, it's a tremendous gesture. He has been known to pay for movers to help friends instead of his having to go and do it. I was dreading this move because of how much I knew he hated stuff like this.

But Eric surprised me. Turns out he is a meticulous packer and mover. Unbelievably detailed oriented. After 12 years together this was something new to learn about him. When I asked him where he got these mad skills he said he did a lot of moving as a child and he was also the primary packer. He got really good at it. And he hated it too. Hence his simultaneous talent and disdain for the whole process.

The final day flew by as we continued packing feverishly. Eric loaded the Uhaul like a Tetris pro and soon the house went from this:

To pretty much this, empty (minus robot children):

We were cleaning up until the very last moment before our landlord arrived at 7:30pm to do a final walk through. We passed it and finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was actually happening. 

Here I have three gigantic thank yous to send. First, to Meg & Rachel, who let the girls go over to their house that afternoon and evening after Lissa had to go for the day. Thank you, friends. It was tremendously helpful to not have the girls underfoot during that final push. Thanks for feeding them and taking care of them and thanks for the care package you gave us for the drive up.

A second thank you to Mele. Over the past weeks Mele has shown up numerous times to watch the girls, lend a hand, and be moral support. Your help has been invaluable. We are going to miss living in the same city as you! Come visit us prontito, por favor!

And the last shout out is reserved for my brother, Rich. Rich who is always there when you need him. Rich, whom I love. Rich came by in the afternoon and patched holes, spackled, and painted. He disassembled furniture and helped pack the UHaul. He did really anything we needed him to do and I would not be ready to leave San Diego tomorrow if it weren't for him.

Two hours before the landlord was supposed to arrive to walk through, Rich was walking around downstairs doing small paint touch ups when he accidently dropped the entire can of paint on him, the floor, and most awfully, on his dog. The downstairs was literally almost completely clean and ready to go and then SPLAT, that can hit the floor and chaos ensued.

Rich grabbed up Jelly Roll (yes, that's her name) and ran her upstairs. Luckily I hadn't packed a few towels or the bathroom soap since I knew we'd still want to shower tonight. He worked on getting the paint off her as I swooped the kids out of the house and took them over to Meg and Rachel's. After that I drove frantically to Home Depot to get another can of paint and some acetone. With only hours to go before the landlord arrived I hoped we'd be able to get all the paint off the floor. As soon as Jelly Roll was clean enough, Rich went home to shower and poor Eric found himself completely alone in the house, with a floor full of spilled, white paint. By the time I made it home through San Diego rush hour traffic (I will not f'ing miss rush hour traffic, let me tell you), Eric had the floor SPOTLESS. You couldn't even tell. The man is a marvel. And with that, what could have been a total disaster ended up being just one more hurdle we had to jump over before we could leave town.

It was difficult to say goodbye to Rich. Along with my sister, Sariah, he is one of the only siblings I have a relationship with. One of the hardest parts of moving to Mammoth would be moving there without knowing a soul and without having someone we loved nearby in the same town.

That's it. We're packed. Everything is ready. The girls are sleeping on these little pallets tonight and their bags are ready to go into the car first thing. They've just manged to fall asleep, but I don't know if Eric or I will get a wink.

He is already trying to sleep, see him curled up there on our little beds too? Those green gym mats might be better than sleeping on the carpet, but not by much. Right now the plan is that Eric will wake up around 4am and get a headstart. He'll be going very slow in the Land Cruiser pulling a Uhaul. The girls and I should be able to sleep until 6 or so and still make it up around the same time as Eric. I'm going to completely unplug from the internet now because I'm already amped as it is. Maybe if I can't get online I might actually be able to sleep a tiny bit. Good night, San Diego.