i know, I know… that’s not how the saying goes, but that is how moving from coast to coast felt. There was literally a hurricane crawling up the East Coast as I left. I don’t think there is any clean and easy way to move anywhere, but shit got messy leading up to my departure. Spoiler alert… The kitties and I made it save and sound to Portland. So far, I love, love, love our apartment complex and our apartment, even without anything actually in it (the movers get here on Monday)! Moves are messy, they mess with your physical health, emotions and overall wellbeing, no matter how hard you try to stay cool.
To rewind back to about a month ago when this all started to become really real, Nick told me we were moving to Portland I was OVER THE MOON! I am wanderlust at heart and have always wanted to live in the Pacific Northwest. When talking about the possibilities of all of the districts we could end up in, Portland was my #1. I had never been here, but from everything I had heard it sounded wonderful and I was told I would adore it. So, mentally… I was psyched! But a few days into the moving logistics of my schedule/Nick’s schedule, job searching, coordinating with the movers, etc… my arms started to itch…followed by my legs… Benadryl did nothing, I had broken into stress induced hives. No joke, the only relief came when I was covered in ice packs.
A pretty accurate depiction of how I felt…
After about 2 weeks of scratching my skin off I took a trip to my doctor who then prescribed me three different types of antihistamines and ahhh, I finally started to feel like myself again! Before I knew it, time sped up and slowed down at the same time and I was just a week away from the big move. I had secured two interviews after networking like a crazy person to try to make it all work. Mentally I was still feeing really great, a bit stressed but super excited, BUT alas, my body was still pisssssed at all of these stress hormones running wild in my body. Between the two weddings we went to in California and Philly before departing Boston, Nick and I had been traveling a LOT and my body decided to put me in check.
My Immune System was like…
Being me, with no off switch, I didn’t & couldn’t listen because shit had to get done! So there I was, a week away from the big move and boom…sore throat. The weird part was that I felt 100% fine other than the throat pain… I went to the doctor once again and they told me that acid reflux likely induced the sore throat. They gave me some antacids and sent me on my way. Spoiler alert #2 the antacids didn’t work. Fast forward to the Saturday before my move, I woke up with my throat so swollen I could barely swallow my own salvia, my uvula had doubled in size overnight. 😮
My life long bestie, Meg, who I was staying with was lovely and accompanied me to urgent care to find out what the heck was up and it turns out I had Uvulitis. I know, gross, that sounds like some kind of STD, but it’s when the little hangy thing in the back of your throat becomes inflamed.
Shocker, a cause of Uvulitis can be allergic reactions! Turns out, when you’ are super stressed out, your body releases tones of hormones and chemicals such as histamine which can lead to allergic reactions. Though stress doesn’t cause allergies, it can increase the histamine in your bloodstream which can make an allergic reaction worse… Still not sure what allergy was heightened but god am I glad that is over.
So while I was mentally holding it together (that is until you read the next few paragraphs..haha) my body wasn’t allowing me to ignore my stress. There are no skipping steps in big life changes like these. SO, lets get to the fun part, the emotional breakdown.
Admittedly, I cried four times during this whole process:
1.) When I told my boss I was moving and would be leaving the company. He is the best boss I’ve ever had and I loved my job so that was a needed cry.
2.) When I said goodbye to my 92 year old Grandmother and she asked me who I was. I realized that very well might be the last time I might see her… It was really sad, we took selfies and she seemed really happy, so I will frame them and will savor those memories. ❤ Plus we are visiting for Christmas and she is a tough lady so I will think positive thoughts. ❤
3.) While watching chick flicks with my bestie–we were watching “How to Be Single” and the sister finds out she is pregnant. So naturally my married BFF realized that I am moving for good and won’t be local when her and her husband decide to have a baby… She cried… I cried… I miss her terribly already.
Also, funny and kind of related was the moment my Dad got really upset that he wouldn’t be able to see his hypothetical grandkids that Nick and I may or may not EVER have…He is adorable and I loved the sentiment but quickly told him to come back to reality…
This is my Dad, isn’t he aborbz? ❤
4.) Then finally was the big messy/embarrassing public breakdown…I flew Alaska Airlines because they allow passengers to have two cats on board if you purchase the additional seat next to you. I had read too many horror stories on the internetz to even think of stowing them below, so we bit the bullet and bought the extra seat. Last minute we bought Charlie a smaller soft-top carrier on wheels (lifesaver!) since his other carrier didn’t meet the standards listed on the website. Thomas’s according to the website was fine…until we boarded and tried to wedge it under the seat for take off.
After a prolonged episode of musical chairs with the flight attendants trying to find a place where Tommy’s carrier would fit, there were no other options and the flight was already being held up. The very nice flight attendant, told me I would have to stow Tommy (who has a history of seizures…). I lost my shit and burst into tears in worry for my little fur baby and the stress of the move finally broke me. If that weren’t bad enough, my nose started to spontaneously bleed at that very moment, haha. In hindsight it was hilarious and probably entertaining to watch… you can’t make this shit up…
The kitties in their Thunder Jackets.
After they took Tommy, I fired off a ton of weepy texts to any friend who would listen and my pals and Nick were wonderful and helped calm me down. I concluded the fiasco with a Xanax and a stiff drink and ended up sleeping the entire six hours. The silver lining of the cat drama was that they had moved me to an empty three seater row, which I used as a airborne bed.
Night, Night Juice!
I arrived at PDX and Nick was waiting for me with a huge smile and greeted me with the biggest hug and kiss and we just laughed at how ridiculous my journey had been. He was a champ and went over to get Tommy, mainly to protect me in the off chance anything had happened to him, but thank goodness he was totally fine… a little pissed off, but he was even better adjusted than Charlie who rode in cabin with me.
Luckily I woke up in time to capture this before landing at PDX.
So now that the storm has passed, I can focus on the calm. Today was a super productive day that allowed me to sleep in a bit and get organized. This city has a super laid-back air about it, no one is in a rush. The MAX (their streetcars) are not crowded, there are always seats and breathing room available. While I know that the stress will come and go and that there are other challenges ahead for me, I think I’ve gotten through the toughest part of the physical move. First impressions, I LOVE our apartment, the city and the people. It is pretty gray outside, but no rain just yet. We get all of our stuff from the movers in 6 days and I can’t wait to settle in more and make this place home. ❤
Our gorgeous apt complex lounge where I am stealing internet and comfort until all my shit arrives.
This concludes my moving rant. I know there are amazing things to come and even in the tough moments, they are now funny stories that have definitely helped me grow and have added to my life experiences. If you can’t laugh at yourself, life is going to feel preeeeetttttyyyyy long. :-p So many lessons learned this week.