Oy, never move, never move, never move.
That is my advice unto thee.
We packed up our house. We sent our stuff on the ABF truck toward Arizona, we put Z on the plane with her grandparents, and Egg got in the 4 Runner with Cleo and I got in the Jetta with the cat and we drove across Michigan, Illinois, Iowa and through Nebraska. We stayed the night in North Platte and made it to SLC by dark on Thursday. By Friday, we were dog and cat free and in one car and headed the 7.5 hour drive to Arid Mountain Town.
We looked at a lot of houses.
We seem to have purchased one.
We are heaving under the heavy mortgage. Unlike everywhere else in the country, Arid Mountain Town's prices have held pretty much steady. Still, I think we got an OK deal.
We drove home on Wednesday--made it in 8 hours.
The next day, driving toward my mom's house where my cat is living (although without my mom who is in Yosemite), I was rear-ended by a gigantic dump truck. My car is hurt and I'm sore and Z, who was with me, is absolutely OK. But it sucks and my mom isn't back even though she's supposed to return and the lender wants w-2's which are packed in the truck and Egg's step-dad and sister are in a fight and I want to make fish tacos right now and have a margarita but Egg and Thirty-One's husband just went to play disc golf (it is 3:52 right now Mountain Time. None of my clocks are on the right time) and it gets light in AZ at 4:30 in the morning because they refuse god's greatest gift to mankind--daylight savings, and this past ten days since I've left GR have left me twisted, sore and a bit parched.
But I think next week is going to be a lot more mellow. Especially if my mom gets home....
P.S. This blog has nothing to do with Obama but since Thirty-One blogged twice recently and once about Obama (although more about Hillary) I thought I'd highlight her efforts.