Aaaaaaaaaand, I’m back! Good grief, has it really been a week? Please accept my sincerest apologies for my long absence; it won’t happen again. Or at least it won’t happen again until someday when Tyler takes me on a Caribbean cruise or some other such wonderfulness. The Week of Moving Madness was just that: a week of madness. This is the list of what I did over the last week:
- Pack up a flobbity-jillion boxes.
- Put said boxes into a moving truck.
- Follow behind my husband driving said truck in our car.
- Wait on the side of the road for the mechanic to come and look at the moving truck to determine why it wouldn’t move.
- Ask the mechanic if he could jump off my car while he was at it, since the battery was dead.
- Spend the night in a hotel after driving for eight hours to get to a place we should have gotten to in three and a half.
- Finally get to the new apartment a mere 24 hours after we left Bakersfield.
- Unpack the moving truck and drag all out stuff up to the seventh floor. For five hours. Yipee!
- Discover that our car is dead…again. Wait for AAA to come and replace our battery.
- Unpack all those boxes that are now in our new, shiny home.
- Try to remember to eat at least twice a day.
- Try to remember to sleep a little bit.
- Steal moments to read when I’m “going to the bathroom.” *wink*
What did you do this week? Whatever it was, it was probably 29 times more exciting than what I did, but it was all worth it in the end. Hencefourth, I get to wake up to this every morning:
Now that we are here, I’ve been very busy. I have been…
- Not getting up before 8:30 am. Rough.
- Setting up house. My first order of business was setting up a reading corner, though the kitchen and bathroom are pretty much squared away, and the closet shall join them shortly.
- Looking out the window a lot. I’m still in awe of our cityscape.
- Reading. I started this lovely little book today:
It is really interesting so far. Some of these women say having a man on the side has helped the, some say illness is what made them strong, and some say their arranged marriage is the best thing that ever happened to them. I’m not necessarily advocating for any of that, but I am fascinated. Being married long enough to be passed the newlywed stage but not long enough to be considered a pro by any means, I’m really interested to delve into this topic. So far, if someone asked me the secret to our happiness these past four years, I’d say a strong underlying friendship, our shared commitment to our faith and core values, and honest communication. At the end of the day, no matter what has happened, that man is still the best friend I have in the world, which gives me something to fight for, no matter what. But in another four years, or eight, or twelve, who knows what I’ll say? What about you? Man or woman, what would you say the key to longevity is? How do you keep a happy marriage? For that matter, how do you keep any long-term relationship going?
- Taking an obscene amount of Cambria pictures:
- Cooking dinner and other domestic type things.
- And tomorrow I will begin hunting for the perfect wall color. I’m thinking a nice, bright yellow.
Like I said, life is really tough right now. Another endeavor I plan to undertake soon: find every bookstore I can reasonably walk to/take the trolley to in San Diego. There are two just on the street I live on alone! But right now I’m going to sleep for the next ten hours. But I promise not to abandon you! I will surely be back tomorrow, my friends, granted I can pencil you into my demanding schedule.