So, why now the return to bloggie world? A few reasons come to mind of which I will let you rank in order of most to least interesting:
1. I am currently unemployed.
2. I am feeling sassy.
3. I have a broken leg and am using it as an excuse to veg on the couch.
4. My thoughts merit permanent documentation on the internet for the whole world to see.
Maybe it is some morbid combination of all the above.
Regardless, I'd like to fill you in on our cross country trek from the "Friendship" state to the "Live Free or Die" state (aka New Hampshire). In case you were wondering, "Friendship" is the lesser known but official Texas state motto. Maybe my fellow Texans already know this? Through a series of strategically calculated events, I escaped subjection to the full year of Texas History in middle school.
Callie (my relatively new pup), Michael (my newer husband) and I departed from the great state of Texas mid-July and embarked on an adventure to New Hampshire by way of Penske and my SUV. Packing an entire apartment while your husband is away for six weeks is not a fantasy I ever desire to relive. Granted I received generous help from a lot of friends who poured blood, sweat and tears into boxes along with our belongings. The final day of packing and loading proved to be a beast. Schlepping a ridiculous amount of (my) possessions from our second story apartment in the Texas summer heat was nothing short of exhausting. Thankfully we were greeted by friends at 8 p.m. with a deliciously warm meal, a considerable amount of wine, the opportunity to shower, and a cozy bed for the night. The last tidbits of love and laughter around the dinner table ended in late night goodbyes and an all-too-soon 4 a.m. alarm beckoning us to open our eyelids.
With sleepy eyes and feelings of anxious anticipation, Michael and I took our last trip to Shipley Donuts and hit the road. I was bummed that we bypassed downtown Houston. The skyline possesses a unique beauty when lit by the rising sun. For the next six hours, my best friends were Carly Rae Jepsen, One Direction, Ke$ha, and Pitbull. We arrived in New Orleans about mid-afternoon and, after inhaling delectable sandwiches and fishing a semi-formal cocktail dress out of the moving truck, collapsed onto another cozy bed. Pressed for time, I awoke and showered with a retractable shower hose in a luxurious porcelain tub. Then the car arrived and we were whisked off as our friends' guests to a statesman's event on Bourbon Street, after which we were treated to a fantastic dinner at Mr. B's. Upon finishing a well-rounded after dinner glass of port and with new knowledge of an intriguing historical narrative, we turned in for the night.
The next morning we departed for my parent's home in north Georgia.
To be continued...