If you’re experiencing a sense of déjà vu right now, you’re not alone.
Yes, Mister and I are moving again! Today! As you read this! And moving warrants multiple exclamation points!
For serious (and not for play-play), we are vacating the hotel today and moving into a more permanent locale (not the “Mork & Mindy” house shown above – I wish!). Honestly, I’m still in shock that the whole deal is going down at all. It has left me feeling like laundry on the line: I’m clean, I’m ready to be utilized, but I don’t know where the heck I’ll be worn or what I’ll experience.
Okay, the laundry on the line analogy is lame. But the truth is I don’t know what’s coming. I don’t know what to expect. I do feel suspended. There’s a breeze, and I’m pretty sure that’s a good thing, but only time will tell.
I’m trying to accept the unknowing. The mystery of it all. As a gal who likes to dissect and understand every freaking little thing, going with the flow is unnatural.
All the same, wish me luck today. Last time Mister and I moved, I was in certain danger of developing Popeye arms. I’ll keep you informed of any muscular developments…