Home sweet home
I'm at the computer, and I'm typing something, but technically, I think I'm asleep. I have mad skillz. The drive yesterday was long. It took us about 10.5 hours to get home from Massachusetts. We crossed into CT where we hit a major traffic jam two miles into the state. Traffic jam + CT = what else is new? We decided to drive back up to the Mass Pike and take it out to the NY State Thruway, a route that adds at least an hour onto the trip under normal circumstances, but since I was following Dave who was operating the moving truck, the fastest we could go was around 65 MPH, usually less, so that also added to the travel time. You know what though? After all the packing and cleaning and general mayhem that went on during our last two days, 10.5 hours in the car was relaxing.
A couple of weeks ago I told Dave I figured we could have everything unpacked and in its place in a few hours. Hah! I talk the crazy talk. We were both so inspired by not having been surrounded by tons of junk for the last five months that we're packing up stuff we don't want anymore while also unpacking all the stuff we moved back here. Megan and Adrian had the house cleaned for us as a welcome home present because they're awesome. To thank them, we made them wait outside our house for twenty minutes this morning while we had breakfast at Perkins, because we're also awesome. They came to help us empty the truck and we all walked around and admired how amazing and non-stinky our house was. Finally. It only took three years and us leaving town and having someone else take care of it for us to get it clean and not smelling funky. Hmmm... Anyway, after six hours of Jenn and Dave madly trying to get organized, it no longer looks amazing. It looks tired. Just like I feel. It still smells good though.