I love adventures.
Jared and I are moving to Seattle in just 12 days. I'm so excited for just the two of us to be together in a new place. We'll be able to try new restaurants, camping areas, shopping, oh the possibilities! I keep wondering things like:
1. What will our apartment look like?
2. How many times will we get lost?
3. What will be our first experience cooking fish?
4. What concerts are we going to see?
5. Do we even like doing accounting for a job?
6. What will it be like spending both of our birthdays with only eachother? Exciting, but so different.
The adventure really begins in Orem when we start packing the car. I've been thinking about everything we have to take with us, and it's a bit overwhelming. Yesterday I asked Jared in all seriousness if he thought we could really fit everything we need into our jetta, the one car we're taking with us. He laughed and joked about me not taking a billion clothes with us. I'm the type to freak out and worry, and he's the type to deal with the problem when it arises. Hence, I stress over way too many things. Ironically, yesterday Jared also told me that the golf clubs are making the journey to Seattle with us. Are you kidding me? Those clubs will easily take up half of the back seat. We have to save space for things like clothes, towels, sheets, shoes, the iron, luggage, and so forth. And of course our tent, sleeping bags and other camping equipment needs space too. Here's a picture to help you get the image of the jam-packed Jetta travelling from Orem to Seattle, 12 hours baby!