Leaving Provo was hard. My wonderful friend Jessica gave me a moving care package that almost brought me to tears. But the drive to Colorado was wonderful. I slept for probably 60% of it. The next morning, it was snowing and gross. It didn't stop snowing until we hit Nebraska! And even then it stayed cold, wet, and windy.
We really like our apartment. It's cheap, but in a good area. Our neighbors are quiet. The apartment is A LOT more spacious than our last (the living room is about the same size the size of our former living room +kitchen... or in other words, 50% of the entire apartment). The stairwell smells like cigarette smoke, but the smell stays out of our apartment.
The weather was so gross when we first got here. It stayed cold and rainy and windy for days. I had some minor freakouts. What if we hated it here? What if I hate my job? What if we never make friends? What if Greg can't find a good job? What if this is the worst place to live? We just spent over $1000 moving to this foreign place, all because of me... and what if it was awful? I sobbed. Multiple times. It didn't help when people we met laughed about the fact that we moved to Nebraska.
But things have already gotten better. The weather has improved substantially, so we've been able to venture outside. We've explored the cemetery behind our home - it has some beautiful old headstones, which I love. We went to the zoo and it was great. We have more plans to explore downtown later. Church was good (although there was one older woman who thought it very odd that I we moved here for my job, even though I am married. When I told her that we moved here because I had a job, she kept staring at my finger, trying to decide if I was married, before finally just asking me, and expressing how "interesting" that was). We live so close to an awesome shopping center, the library, a DUNKIN DONUTS!!, a CHIK FIL A!!, even McDonalds is super close. We've learned our away around our little neck of the woods.
The people here are so. stinking. nice. In the grocery store, at the bank, at a restaurant, they go above and beyond to ask how you are doing and to help you. Watching the kids here walk home from school makes me think I would feel comfortable raising kids in this area. An old man at church comforted me by saying that the summers here are usually not very extreme, definitely less humid than Georgia, and the winters are usually mild too, except for the wind.
I'm still anxious to start my job (still have 20 days before I start!). But you know what? I think we're going to like it here.
