So, to continue from where I left off, June 7th everything changed.
June 8th I began to tell people of our decision. I started with my bestest friend ever, who was actually thrilled because she lives in ---- and we'd be an hour apart, after living 1,000-2,000 miles apart our entire lives/friendship.
The next to know was the dear friend who knew of the possibility, and she was heartbroken. As was I. You can bet the tears started again.
I told my other very dear friends, and was met with dismay and sadness, which I shared in fervently.
Our week-long church Girls Camp brought more tears towards the end of it. I'd been going to that camp for 6 years, and I love so many of those girls and ladies.
But anyway, those 6 weeks after The Decision were busy, busy, busy. A couple of days after the Girls Camp, we left for a 1 and 1/2 week trip to ----, in which we dropped my brother off for a 2-year church mission (July 5th) and found a house to buy (July 3rd). I also was able to complete my last two English assignments in time found on that trip, which took a great deal of stress away! (I had managed to finish the first ones before we left.)
Upon returning, our days were filled with painting, packing, and polishing.
Let me interject with more depressing details.
In those 6 weeks I had more emotional breakdowns and more crying than I ever had before (note: this does not include crying as a baby).
July 16th we took a day trip to my cousin's wedding.
July 20th-22nd I went to church Youth Conference. Leaving there was excessively difficult and extremely sad. Saturday, I cried a lot. These people had been young people I had done many things with for many years, and among them were some of my best friends, including the one who understands me and the one who calls me her sister that I mentioned earlier. Fortunately I was able to pull some strings and room with both of these girls, for which I was very grateful.
But oh, to say goodbye!! A lot of these girls had been to Girl's Camps with me, too, and the group as a whole had been part of my life for years. And this was the last time I'd be with them. Tears, yes, many were shed that day.
Sunday, July 23rd was another difficult, teary day. That was the last day we'd be at church, the congregation we'd been part of for 8 years. I love the group of girls I was part of there, as well as so many of the adults who had been and were my teachers and leaders. I cried when we left that building; it held so many, many dear memories.
Monday we packed the truck (mostly) and said some more last goodbyes, including one girl from church that I'm very close to and a family we've known for almost 12 years, whose children I've watched be born and grow up. After these people left, I went to my (mostly empty) room and--you can guess what I did. This move has turned me into such an emotional wreck.
July 25th we planned to leave in the morning, but all the last-minute stuff pushed our departure to about 9 pm. We drove through that night, and drove and drove and drove and drove and DROVE.
Oh and I cried. A lot. I cried when leaving our house, I cried when we ran into dear friends from church at Wendy's on our way out of town, I cried driving out of town, I cried that night a lot, I cried the next day driving somewhere out in the middle of nowhere--
What did I tell you, this move has made me into an emotional wreck. Oh yes, have I mentioned the fact that I've NEVER been a crier? Like really at all? I haven't. I've never really cried over things.
Until June 7th.
So anyway, there you go, the (approx.) 6 (I just checked, it's actually more like 7; I've been thinking wrong) weeks from The Decision to The Move
There's one part left: Part 3: Living in ----
Also do you see why I had to take an official blogging break?