48 Hours in St. Louis
I’ve been a little quiet on the blog front due to the events that unfolded last week.
We like to keep things interesting around these parts.
So when our relocation coordinator contacted us Monday morning, we wasted no time showing her just how fast the Voboril’s can move. After all, we just did this whole move-thing just 18 months ago!
She was not phased—had our travel booked, realtors on the hunt, and the Gateway Arch was in our sights just 22 hours later. This marked Ethan’s first flight as a “big boy”, with his own purchased ticket. (Pretty pumped I didn’t have to pay for it this go round!) He hardly noticed the extra space, being the always-happy travler he is, but let me tell you, I was a much happier camper.
Less than two hours after we checked in to our hotel our friends Liz and Johnnie arrived with Schlafly beer and Onesto pizza…best welcome back ever. We tucked the Peanut in to his pack ‘n play, closed the bedroom door, and had a blast catching up.
Extra $$ spent on a suite when traveling with a toddler? Priceless.
The next morning Ethan was up at 5AM (thank you time change) which made the day last forever. After a trip to Park Avenue for some coffee, we hit the road with our mother/daughter realtor team to do some serious house hunting. Ethan handled it like a champ.
We made an offer on the FIRST house we saw. THE FIRST ONE!!
Ok, it’s not like we haven’t been scouring Realtor.com and Zillow for weeks in anticipation of this daunting task. And, since our realtors rocked, they took us to the house we were most excited about first. It was perfect. Stu’s face in the picture below pretty much says it all…
That’s us checking out the screened in porch of the potential pad. We did the smiley, open-mouthed, crazy-in-love house-hunters faces through the whole tour. We did look at a few other houses, but this was the one and we just went for it.
Our realtors took us out for a celebratory lunch. Mother/daughter teams rule!
That evening our friends Kate and Erik stopped by to round out our awesome day. Kate is expecting TWINS in June and couldn’t look more fabulous…I couldn’t help but dive in and tell Ethan “there are babies in there!” He thought about it, then without hesitation, gave the belly a pat.
Babies + belly = perfect sense to a toddler.
A HUGE snow storm was all anyone could talk about that night so we made a last ditch effort and got our flights for the next day moved up. Stu did the switching while I taunted the Weather Channel, laughing about how they were surely wrong. Schools and companies were being closed, the whole city shutting down.
Sure enough, Ethan woke at 5am AGAIN, this time to scary gray skies and freezing temperatures…and announcements of cancelled flights. Good thing Stu got us switched!
Since it was FREEZING outside, we had to hang inside. Good thing we’d come up with some creative ways to entertain ourselves.
We ate, played, waited for our second counter offer to be answered, then drove by the house one more time before pointing our nose toward the airport. And that’s when the snow started to fall. Within minutes, things got pretty bad.
This was the scene at our gate…10 minutes before we were supposed to board.
I really don’t know how our flight didn’t get cancelled…it was like the end of Argo as we just waited and watched the crew, knowing that “Sorry ladies and gentleman, your flight will not be taking off today” announcement would come soon. But somehow, after 30 minutes of de-icing (AFTER we boarded the plane), we rolled down a snow-covered runway and took off toward clear skies in DC.
When we landed, our counter had been answered…with another counter offer. We spent the evening making lists, calling friends, talking to our realtor and finally decided to sleep on it.
Because I’m superstitious about writing news on the blog, I’m going to leave our house hunting story hanging here…
The most overwhelming part of our quick trip?
The tremendous outpouring of support and love we felt from our St. Louis friends and family. Phone calls, visits, Facebook posts, Instagrams, and text messages came tumbling in non-stop. People we’ve missed so much and can’t wait to have in our lives again.
We’re getting excited.
There will be sadness in our very near future, there’s no doubt. But I can honestly say we are very much looking forward to this new chapter.
Now there’s just this suitcase I just can’t bring myself to unpack…what’s the point?