A more permanent temporary home…

Because things are going VERY well (but I’m not ready to talk about it yet because I have a fear of jinxing things…. Next weekend I’m moving out of the Bed & Breakfast and into a HOUSE (to rent at this point in time). I’m going to be living in squalor as I, piece by piece, get furniture into the place. And as I wait an unknown time for Dan to arrive with a UHaul with our stuff. So much is left undetermined. So much has been decided. SO MUCH NERVEWRECKING MADNESS.

But even with just a mattress and box spring to start life with…This place is going to be a fantastic start (and eventually a great home for all of us — including a fenced in back yard for the fur brats). The only problem is WHEN exactly will we (if ever) be all together in it?

While we wait for certain things to come to pass, Dan is packing up our home in Michigan. I am ever so grateful and appreciative that he’s going through all that alone. But we both agree that he’s not even dealing with the hard part. It’s me…The one who sacrificed a heck of a lot of my mental health to get out here. The one who’s out here alone. Who had to suffer a stomach flu alone (I’m a baby, whatever). Who has NO ONE to help me in case of emergency. I don’t love packing, but sometimes, I wish that’s the part I was dealing with….

Wish us luck. Lots of thoughts and prayers our way, please? We’re just trying to make it and we’re just waiting for the answers…