MK is freezing. Under his three coats and four shirts. I’m in heaven. The B’s (TB and BB, not to be confused with MB and BB) keep telling us it was even prettier a couple weeks ago but I can’t believe it. The 12 hours in the car were totally worth it. Our drive wasn’t too bad if I overlook the fact there was no where to put my feet and there were boxes of Bisquick and dryer sheets in my face. We got in and I have to tell you it was the best “moving to a place” yet. In Seattle we got yelled at, in San Diego we had no home to go to. Arriving in Park City, we got a homemade delicious dinner, the cutest two year old ever singing the ABCs, and beer. FTW.
Some of you questioned this move. Some of you keep thinking I’m at the North Pole. Some of you think there’s no alcohol. I’ll keep you educated about how it’s a good move, it’s not (yet) the North Pole, and trust me, we’re drinking. Utah might be a little strange, but it’s definitely do-able. It’s another adventure in our big long list of travels and experiences and I already know it’s going to be great. Friends help. A change of pace is fun. Don’t get me wrong, I know we miss our San Diego friends, but they’ll come visit. We have four bedrooms ;).
We saw our new home yesterday. We already met some neighbors. We saw the sights. We got our Deer Valley *SEASON* passes. Our hosts keep cooking and baking and serving us drinks. This is the life. Even without the clothes hangers.