The weekend of June 13th/14th was pretty much the worst weekend of my life. Actually, it didnt go quite as bad as I expected it would. Back in March I think it was, Johnny called me up and told me I had to move because he and Brittany wanted to move into the house I was renting from his parents. Since my contract was just month-to-month there was nothing I could really do about it. I procrastinated packing...most of my stuff was still in boxes from moving to Mesa from Woodland. I half-heartedly looked at ads on craigslist and tried to network. I LOVED where I live. All the space I had. My ghetto neighborhood. Being close to the 60. Being Rusty's neighbor. My family ward & calling as a member of the activities committee. But things change & it was time to move on.
I had stuff going on every weekend in June except one. So I had to move the weekend of the 14th. It was over 100* and my friends with their trucks and a suburban came and helped me move all my stuff in about an hour or so.
Joe & Dil loading my bed stuff furniture in the back of Russ' truck
my stuff in the back of Dil's truck my friend Russ came with his truck to help
Dil was a good sport & carried many boxes I'm a bit anxious & tired too
tired moving crew-me, Dil, Sarah & Blake
BIG THANKS to:
Sarah Carpenter, Dil Brinton, Rusty Strohmeyer, Blake Schill, Russ Beck, Joe Bienfoldt, Scott, Sean Howell & Kyle Packer