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Move in day was - UGH!!  Still winter, and of course, a blizzard decided to swing through.  We rented a truck from our local U-Haul and had been packing everything for weeks.  The boys were somewhat prepared and it was time!!  Unfortunately, we had to take them out of their last few weeks of school - I went and picked them up when the truck was piled high with everything. 
My car was loaded up as well and I drove behind them for those 30 miles - very slowly.  The weather got worse and worse - icy, white out conditions: reminded me of our move here to this wonderful state.  This new location is actually 1000+ feet higher in altitude than the old one, and we would come to discover that it is it's own little world weather wise.  As a matter of a fact: this location seems to have a bad rap throughout the state: frequently mentioned on news channels when bad weather is discussed.
We had no idea that there was actually a circular driveway (again: since the minute we'd seen the house the ground had been covered with snow)!  So, when we had all of our belongings out of the truck and in the house my ex had to back out of the sloping driveway to return it.  The property is on the curve of the street, in addition to having a million (ya, that's a slight exaggeration) trees and not being able to see what was coming or going on the street.  Not that anyone in the neighborhood was coming or going, due to the horrendous weather, but you can never be sure.  A neighbor was kind enough to offer assistance: but didn't mention the fact that it was a circular driveway and that we simply could have driven straight out: kindof funny to remember that...

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