That's a big truck

At 8am, a 70 foot big rig pulled up outside Park La Brea, and executed a complicated maneuver to back to within 20 feet of our front door, without running over a single curb, lamppost, or little old lady.

Due to some logistical problems, instead of four big burly guys to move us, we got a single burly guy and his wife, and a few hours later another burly guy. From 8am until 7pm they were labeling, loading, and packing our stuff, until finally our apartment stands empty, save for the legions of dust bunnies who have bred unchecked during our four years in residence.

It was an exhausting day, and I had to miss most of the going away party to help the movers get stuff out of our storage space, but it is over now.

We shed many a tear, especially saying goodbye to our nanny, Udayangani, who we love dearly and who has been with us for almost four years now, since Logan was a tiny baby. It's incredibly hard to leave, but we still feel we made the right move.

Tomorrow morning, we'll take the kids back to our neighbors/best friends' apartment, (the O'Briens - right across the courtyards from us in Park La Brea) for a pancake breakfast, and I'm sure LOTS more tears. Then it's off to the airport.

Our next post will be from Boulder.

Peace Out - Goodbye Los Angeles.

Jason