We moved. But that’s just the end of the story.

For the better part of this year, The Husband and I decided it would be a grand idea to try to buy a house. After eight months, hours of research, a slew of meetings, one Saturday class, and every waking minute spent dissecting Redfin, we decided it’s not the right time for us to buy a house. Sometimes you have to follow the path almost the entire way to know it’s not “the one.” And in this case, we followed it nearly to completion to discover it’s not “the one for us RIGHT NOW.”

Once we made that decision, finding a new rental became imminent. I continue to balloon by the minute (fat wrists are indeed a thing, BTW), the weather began it’s decline into the frigid season, and the cops regularly visit our apartment building at least once a month to say hi to the societal scum that lives behind our shared walls. The need to GTFO hit its oppressive limit, and soon I will barely be able to roll myself off the edge of the bed, let alone schlepp boxes or hoist myself up and down forty flights of stairs.

There are two things in life that I’m good at: getting jobs and finding apartments. And if you ask me, not many other talents matter as much.

We found a sweet little place in a sweet little community a couple towns away. Our neighborhood has sidewalks (SIDEWALKS!), landscaping, sweeping patches of grass, playing children, yellow trees sprinkling the first autumn leaves onto the streets, and a hefty dose of quietude. The fire trucks don’t pass by our window every night with sirens blaring, the police haven’t broken up yet another escalating fight in the parking lot, and the resident morons don’t peel out at the stop sign every sixteen seconds. It’s almost like grown-ups live here… And it’s almost like the perfect place to have a new little human.

Anyway, the point of the story is The Husband shut off the internet at the old place before we’d actually moved out, and the internet doesn’t start up at the new place until some number of weeks after we’ve moved in. And it wasn’t until today that I could screw my head on enough to waddle my way to a Starbucks that I’m 94% certain was once a Burger King.

So, pardon the delay! Enjoy today’s post about the joys of moving. We may or may not have internet next week. 🙃