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.
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.