Parting ways

I said goodbye to four of our fellow orphans today.  Dave, Annie, Matt, and Ryan are all headed back west tomorrow morning.  Technically, Wreck-It Ryan moved back to Oregon a while ago, and was back in Texas just to pick up his pickup and the rest of his belongings.  Everyone spent most of the day packing up Dave's house and trying to fit everything in a giant U-haul, the trailer, and the back of the Raptor, along with Annie's stuff, Matt's stuff, and some of Ryan's.  They have a lot of stuff, and it has been moved around quite a few times in the past few months, and I think everyone will be happy to feel settled again.  Hopefully they will be able to go back home and not be shuffled around as much.  But I will miss them.  I hugged both Dave and Annie before I left today, and I felt like I should try to say something nice to them, but nothing normal came to mind.  I wanted to thank Annie for befriending me, and explaining things to me when I had no idea what all the guys were talking about.  I am glad that she was here, and she made my transition a little easier.  I wanted thank Dave for everything he has done for us.  Making sure we all had Thanksgiving dinner, taking us wake boarding, seeing that we are all taken care of.  I wanted to tell him that I understand why Jesse would follow him anywhere, and that I have a lot of respect for him, and I appreciate what he has invested in my husband.  But I'm not good at talking, and I figured it would be awkward anyway, so I just told them to drive safe, and went on my way.  I tried to get everybody to come have dinner, instead of just eating the last cold hot dogs that Dave had in the fridge, but it was to no avail, even though my house is now full of their food.
Jesse and I inherited a giant tote filled with the contents of Dave and Annie's freezers, a good portion of Dave's cleaning supplies, four stone coasters that apparently will ruin anything you put them on, effectively defeating the purpose, a new refrigerator, and a bag of cat food.  I was strongly leaning towards taking a cat, hence the cat food, but when the time came I didn't feel like chasing one down and I just wanted to go home, curl up with hot pockets and redi whip, and watch whatever I could find in redbox.
And so tomorrow morning I will be one of four Oregonians in Breckenridge.  That's not counting Jesse, because he is still in Ohio.  His week was stretched into three, which meant he was stuck in a hotel room, all by himself, on his birthday, and I had to drive to Fort Worth without him so I could go to Costco and buy things like 10 lbs of onions, which seemed like a great idea at the time....

"It was a....great deal!"

My plan was to chop them up along with carrots and celery and freeze them in little bags so that when I want to make a pot pie or a shepherds pie or soup or something I have all my veggies ready to go!  Of course, 10 lbs of onions is still going to last like, 6 months, and now I have no freezer space, thanks to Dave and Annie and Costco.  I have so much food.  It makes me a little bit ashamed, especially since right now I am all alone and working enough that I  basically have stopped cooking.  But it's all canned or frozen, so it'll last forever, right?