moving day

Well, well, well! Where to begin?

I do believe this year goes down in history as second worst thus far.

First and foremost I am mentally recovered from my loss in August. Well, as much as a person can. It is not something I think of minute by minute these days; only hourly.

I ascertained the apartment was possessed, so I decided we had to make a fresh start and move somewhere far far away.

I didn’t see any alternative if'n we do conceive again. Girl scout rule~ always be prepared ?!?! Plus I truly hate being confined to the interior of a house. No yard, no BBQing and no room for friends and family have really gotten old.

As of 10/01/08 we now have a 2/2/1 in North Austin. You heard me AUSTIN!
Say it again.. A-U-S-T-I-N!!!! Yes, I won the battle of where to move. You can take the girl out of the city but you can’t take the city out of the girl. I tell you, if it is not within 5 minutes, I panic! That includes the dollar store, grocery store, fire department and hospital.

Which brings me to move-in day. FIRE!!!!! CALL 911!!!!!
And I literally stopped, dropped and rolled. 7 days later I still hurt like I was in a car wreck.
Side note: To anyone wondering, this has not stopped me from visiting my local family dollar 3 times already.

We have been in the shithole(as it turns out) for a week now and it is still a total mess.
We have painted, cleaned, mowed, weeded the flower beds, unpacked 40+ boxes; and I still can't find my drugs.

The garage is still FULL. I smell goodwill. Next time we move I plan on leaving everything here, and buying all new stuff!!!

I do think that if I ever find the couch, I will enjoy it.