Operation Rogue

Alright Portlanders, here we go.

I went to New York to celebrate my boyfriend's brothers graduation from West Point.

We had previously moved our moving date from November 2016, to September 2016.

The reason we were moving in the first place is because my boyfriend's father has a company that he would like all of his sons to run eventually, which means they all need to live on the east coast.

So with that mindset, we embarked on our trip to New York. The third day we got there, we all headed back from the city to his dad's home, where the real talk of moving would begin. He had his formal interview on a Tuesday, and then came back to the house and told me that the possible move date had been pushed up to August 1, depending on how I felt. I couldn't really say no at the time, being surrounded by this loving family, with not much left for me career wise in Oregon. So I said "Yes," and we moved on.

The trip became immediately more intense. More planning, my boyfriend became more alive each day. I could see how much his heart was here in his home. Each day he wanted to show me new places and tell me the history and share childhood memories. I hurt at the thought of leaving.

Which all came back around when the next day he said "What do you think about moving here in July?"

I couldn't process it. The thought of leaving my entire life in one month was too much for me.

I went into our borrowed room and cried.

The rest of the trip is a blur, it was planning. I knew it would happen. I knew it would be good for us. But I needed to go home. I needed a clear mind to think things over.

Which leads me to our planning.

As soon as we got back I wanted to tell our awful roommate that we were leaving him and how miserable he was. But I knew we had to wait. I mean we had already found a three bedroom house, a stall for my horse, everything was set.

I was set for school, I needed to transfer my papers, but that was it. This was my chance to bloom like my boyfriend had always told me I would. I could feel this.

The plan became that we would leave the day after my father's birthday, that way I could spend some time with him, drive to Utah, then Nebraska, then Illinois, visit my sister along the way, and end in New York.
Doing it National Lampoon style! Roadside Attraction list acquired!

Now it is all details. Every day is a whirlwind of information and planning even though we can only do so many things at once. I have always hated playing the waiting game.

More to come down the road! Literally. I am planning on writing a three-to-four part blog at our different stops along the way. Be sure to keep up!