After a 15-hour drive, during which Che only cried for about an hour and a half (yea for Che), a week in transition housing, and a week of unpacking, we are finally starting to settle in to our apartment and in to life in our new state of Indiana.  We are grateful for all those who helped us prepare for the move from the Boston area and for all those who have sent us well wishes and inquiries about our new life since we have arrived.

The move went well enough, and I will forever be grateful to all those Relief Society sisters back in the Boston area who helped me pack and clean and provided so much emotional and temporal support as I prepared to leave my home and the region in which I had spent all of my adult life.  You know who you are, and I want you to know that your support was the miracle I needed in my life to make this move.

As planned, I see both my husband and my son more now that we are in Indiana, mostly because our commute is now 5 minutes instead of 40.  Che has adapted well to his new day care and enjoys his new ward at church.  His teachers at day care are smart…they already adore him!  And really, who wouldn’t adore him.

One of my favorite moments from the move was during the unpacking.  Despite the chaos of boxes and packing paper everywhere, and the disorientation of new places and faces, Che still found the energy to enjoy one of the simple pleasures of life.  He played in the packing paper!

This video reminds me of my sophomore year of college and the prank war I had with a guy in my student ward.  It escalated to my dorm room being stuffed to the ceiling with wadded-up Daily Universe newspapers while I was in class all day.  Fortunately, it was a Friday.  That weekend, my dorm room became the prime attraction as everyone wanted to play in all that paper.  Someone even lost her engagement ring while in there…yes, we did find it.  When I finally cleaned it out, I filled 16 32-gallon garbage bags with the newspaper.  Ah…those were the days, but they don’t even come close to the joy of playing in a pile of packing paper with my little Che!