We’re Moving To Spain: Glamping

Eventually I’ll write up what happened over the past week, but for now let’s just say that everything did work out in the end. And that’s what matters. All three of us have passports, we have our tickets in hand, and this time on Tuesday we’ll be somewhere above the ocean heading to our new home.

Yesterday, the three of us spent the day in New Orleans trying to get our hands on a passport for MJ (which it is possible to receive in ONE DAY. Wouldn’t that have been great to know earlier?) We arrived at the passport office at 8am and didn’t get to pick up the passport until 3pm, so it was a long day for us. We walked around a mall full of stores we couldn’t afford, took MJ to his first aquarium (he was not a fan) and took a walk along the waterside and snapped pictures of the river boats. D and I never got around to exploring the city while we lived here. We’re homebodies if ever there were any. But yesterday, we held hands and galavanted around town like we used to when we were dating. The only difference being the stroller, of course 😉

While we were in Louisiana, the moving company was at our apartment packing up our household goods. I learned so, so much about what NOT to do during an overseas PCS just by walking into our apartment last night and seeing what they had done. I’ll post more about that later, but for now I’ll leave you with this gem: HIDE YOUR TOILET BOWL BRUSHES. I’m already dreading opening that box two months from now and seeing what kind of science experiment was birthed out of that terrible mistake. Why on earth anyone thought we would want to take a wet toilet bowl brush (because you better believe I had just used it the night before) Is beyond me.

MJ is having a hard time adjusting to all the commotion. He doesn’t like the apartment now that it isn’t full of all of the things he knows and loves. Last night was a rough night for all of us. D and I shared a cold, half-inflated air mattress on the floor and the baby was in a travel bassinet. I saved an old blanket for us to use, but MJ spit up all over it last night and I was too cold to bother letting it hang-dry after washing, so it only covers one of us.

We pumped the heater up full-blast but it isn’t working very well and honestly it’s just a little depressing to be here. This was our first home together. It’s the place we found out I was pregnant and the place we brought our son home from the hospital to. We’ve celebrated holidays here. We’ve thrown open the door after traveling and felt so relieved to be back.

I don’t think I was emotionally prepared for how… Well, emotional this would be.

So instead of camping out on the floor the rest of the weekend, we’re going to bust our butts getting all the cleaning done today and then tomorrow, after D says his goodbyes, we’re going to make half our drive to Georgia and stay in a hotel. With beds. And towels. I can’t wait.

Updates may be few and far between for a week or so since I’m not sure what the wi-fi situation will be while traveling.

Please pray for us as we make our slow and steady way to Spain!

(Here are some pictures from yesterday)