We went to our new house first thing today! Eeeeek! It's so pretty, but it wasn't cleaned! So I'm going to put on 80's music and cut off jean shorts this Sunday and weeeerrkk people!
We met the old owners. They were super sweet but I guess we met the wife and her father in law. But I thought it was her husband who is 30 years older than her so I was a little grossed out at first.
Derrick is shopping for his Oregon car but I swear decision making for him is a chore. He is going to give himself an aneurism, but we will totally end up with a great car. The journey is just a treacherous one. Think Titanic but barely brushing the iceberg and everyone living!
We played the role of suburbia inhabitants and ate at Olive Garden! Everyone is white! Like Happy Valley is shockingly white and this is from a white guy. I miss my Asians especially the Chinese ladies who use to yell at us at dim sum!
I ended the night at therapy. (Read=Target). $500 later I'm ready for bed!!
Well we did it. We packed our stuff in shipping containers and sent it over the ocean. We had many sad goodbyes and we moved ourselves to Happy Valley / Portland Oregon. Here are some. thoughts on moving...
It sucks! Even when you have actual movers who pack you, it sucks.
You know I'm a teacher because I can heartlessly throw away anything...but office supplies. Seriosuly how many plastic bins and sharpies does one guy need? The answer is LOTS. So much so that even the movers commented. Lol! Back off my office supplies movers. When the zombie appocolyse happens I will be the one making the beautiful signs that might just save your life!!
Concurrently, Derrick can throw away NOTHING There were at least 2 nights I stayed up till 1 a.m playing the roll of thief in the night throwing away everything, except office supplies, while Derrick slept. He worries so much about being wasteful and really hated the environmental impact of moving. He hated how much plastic we threw away and how much paper the movers used. I totally accepted and admired that and became a total Craigslist entreprenaeur trying to sell anything and everything! When someone swung by to take the big red porch chair, Derrick said "someone paid money for that?" I was like "Damn right they did. I wanted 8 but they gave me 5. Those cheap bastards".
We we had a few nights of "house camping" which the boys loved. They kept moving their air beds from empty room to empty room. Kids are so cool.
Moving still sucks but this one went pretty smoothly
We ended our time in a beautiful hotel in Waikiki which was both amazing and depressing. We watched the sunrise over Diamond Head and the ocean for two days, knowing that we were moving to the Pacific Northwest in winter where it is suppose to be snowing when we arrive!! Yikes! Hotel was still worth it. They had a super fancy bidet that not only washed your bum but dryed it too! Sweet! Cleanliness is next to Godliness!
We arrived in Portland in the evening of 12/14/16 (my 34th birthday) to what would be called Snowmagedon. It was a total shit show. Snow. Icey roads. Abandon cars all over the place. It was kinda eerie driving to hotel. But it is freezing!! Hopefully we survive. But we are here and ready for the next chapter of life.
We go home today. We woke up early, of course!! We did some packing and decided to do some last minute shopping and some final visits with Derrick's family before we fly back. Our last day of shopping turns out to be our best. We shopped at Derrick's old mall and supermarket. We got all nostalgic about Derrick and the amazing man he has become. It was a great end of the trip.
We actually got an amazing chair massage at the airport while waiting for our flight. I think every airport should be required to have a massage parlor in their terminals. I should start a Facebook campaign or something.
My take always from Manila are all Derrick. He truly is an amazing man and I gained a better understanding of him. Empathy and understanding come from truly walking in someone else's shoes. Between the reunion and the extended time in Derrick's neighborhood this trip, I feel like a gained a deeper sense of where he comes from and how that shaped who he is today.
Until next time Manila, I am ready to be home with my buddies. I also have to get ready for this freaking move!!!! AAAACCCKK!!
Holy shit, it's December. We move in like 13 days to Portland, Oregon. Time is just flying by. We woke up to a nice Filipino breakfast. I was eating the dried salted fish everyone was raving about and almost ate the head and eye. Oh hell no! I know its good luck, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I mean, it is an eye ball.
We drove to seaport during school drop off, which looked just like drop off everywhere. The vehicles were different with kids being dropped on scooters and motorcycles. I absolutely loved the proud dad driving his daughter to school in here pristine school uniform on his motorcycle. She was sitting right in front and he was carefully driving with a big smile on his face. Yes! I'm missing my boys. Can you tell?
We took a boat to amazing remote island. It was stunning and unlike any other beach I have been too. We went snorkeling and the kelp forests are freaky. I tried to stay clear. However, Derrick found me and we had a nice ocean cuddle, but we ended up floating pretty far out. We needed to swim back over a giant kelp forrest. SO creepy! Then I saw a small stingray at the bottom of the giant kelp forest. A more rational person probably would have stopped and observed this amazing creature, but not me. I did my best Micheal Phelps impression and swam a personal best back the beach. I was not going to be stung by a sting ray. Girl not today!!!
I finally caught the boys after school and we had a great FaceTime. I am excited to see them in 2 days.
We ended the night with a Lee family dinner, which was by far the most gigantic one to date. I swore they were going to have to do CPR on me by the end, but I proudly took the path of least resistance and was a good son-in-law.
I passed out in a gigantic food coma in the hotel.
Right when we brought Dillon (our oldest son) we quickly realized we needed to think of what he would call us! He quickly named my husband Daddy and upon hearing his 2 year old friend call one of his 2 dads "Doda", Dillon decided on Dodie. After years of constantly lobbying for "Papa", I have grown to love and adore my name Dodie Here is a blog about my journey as Dillon and Jerry's Dodie!
My son Dillon was in foster care for 1,377 Days. We finalized our adoption of this firecracker boy in March of 2015 a few months before his 6th birthday. We are now in the process of adopting Dillon's younger brother "Jerry" from foster care! This blog will help paint a picture of two gay men raising two boys in this every changing world.