Hey, remember when mentioned my friend who had told me that she thought I lived my life as if I got extra credit for complexity? I am blowing the effing curve with my extra credit these days.
Here’s what’s going on:
We moved Thursday, everything going into storage, except for a few suitcases each – just enough stuff to get us through the next month or so. We slept at a friend’s house that night, and then closed on our house on Friday. (I worked both Thursday and Friday. Because, you know, why not.)
Saturday morning, after 2 hours of sleep, we got up and headed to the airport for an early AM flight out to Denver. We spent 24 hours looking at rental possibilities, and then drastically rescaled our plan from “rent for a year” to “buy now, immediately”, because if there is one thing that has never gone wrong, it is snap judgment real estate decisions.
Returned to Dulles Sunday night, just in time for a reunion with our IMCdA training partners, where we watched *two hour* video my friend had put together from snapshots and videos of the race. That’s right – she got two hours of footage from 1 day. She is amazing, and that video reminded me of many warm memories of IM training and racing, and confirmed that, yes, I’ll probably do something stupid like that again.
We headed back into DC from Dulles to move our stuff OUT of my friend’s house (last minute change in her plans), and from there I headed up to Baltimore (getting in around midnight), where I crashed at an airport hotel so I could get up for a 6am flight out of BWI the next day.
Got into Florida mid day Monday, drove two hours to where I would eventually meet up with my family. Worked for a few hours, then drove two hours back to the airport to pick up my brother, arriving at the airport at exactly 8pm…which was a little unfortunate, considering his flight got in around 10pm. Whoops. So I slept in my car for two hours, grateful for the extra time to sleep. Then we drove two hours back to the house.
Mike got in Thursday with my stepdaughter (cue up another two hour trip back to the airport), and then we drove a few hours across the state of Florida to his parent’s time share for a few days, after which we drove back across the state of Florida, to different airports, and headed home.
I got into Baltimore Saturday night around midnight and then proceeded to drive directly to my aunt’s house in DC. She graciously put me up for the night, despite having her two grandsons + kids in residence. Sunday morning Mike drove back from Jersey, we relocated to our friend’s spare apartment*, picked up our dog, and, well, here I am.
(*English basement in her row house. We could not be luckier: it’s finished, furnished, and empty. So nice to be a guest in someone’s home without literally being a guest IN their home, you know?)
By my count I’ve slept in 7 different beds since selling my house a week and a half ago, and I think I have, at minimum, at least 3 more to go before we’re done. I know this is just a blip on the radar in terms of, you know, an entire life and all, but being so transient during the holidays, when everything around you screams “NEST!” has worn on me more than I thought it would.
But no worries. I’ve got my little family, and we’ve gotten good at nesting with each other, wherever we happen to end up. And I have the unexpected side bonus of not being able to blow money on the Black Friday deals going on, what with having nowhere to store anything. So between the money saving and the extra credit for life complexity, in the overall game of “Win this!”, I think I’m ahead, right?