You heard me, folks! Assuming there are plural amounts of people reading this!
We are now living in the Carolinas. Specifically of the Northern variety. Also, I haven't had to use a switchblade yet living here in Durham. So.
Let me back up a bit. *insert loud beeping sound reminiscent of large trucks in reverse*
See, the Hubs and I were discussing life and such in late March. And we decided that our time in the Colorados was at an end and that my Hubs' brain needed more info to cram into it and such. And that we should move back to the area with which his scholastic career began- er, continued, which is here in NC. He will pursue his PhD and such. So we began the process of sifting through the earthly possessions we, erm, possessed, and gave away/got rid of/burned in a bonfire of magnificent proportions most of those aforesaid earthly possessions. Also, the aforementioned bonfire did not, in fact, exist. Except in my mind. For I think that arson would've made this whole packing thing way easier.
We purged. Not that kind of purging. The Hoarders kind. It was tough. It was cleansing. I even gave away the first blanket I ever made my daughter. We also donated an entire trunkful of books to the Human Society thrift store. I think they shed a tear or two.
It was tough. Yet we pressed on, and packed many a box of books and clothing and myriads of stuffed animals that my daughters could not part with. And we shoved all those aforesaid boxes into a small Uhaul and we began the trek across country to our future home in NC.
Perhaps I should mention that we had not exactly found a place to live yet. Because we are Chez Murphy and that's how we roll. But my sister in law kindly opened her home to us and after three var var longish days of sitting behind the wheel of my car, staring at the back of Lance's Uhaul, singing each and every song listed in my iPrecious, we found our way here.
Might I also just mention that I have clown hair here in the NC? Yes. I am considering dying it so that I have a polka dot afro. I feel it is culturally relevant to our times. I had forgotten about the humidity here.
And so, after a brief beach interlude with our entire family, we trekked back to Durham and hobbled and minced our way to many apartment homes (hobbling and mincing because of a dreadful sunburn), and finally, we found our home. It is a town home. And while some areas smell suspiciously of cat pee, we have deposited our meager possessions and spread them around.
Then we went to IKEA.
That is a post all by itself.
My entryway is littered with piles of cardboard.
I think I shall stop there. For now.
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