After hearing our gregarious mover's entire life story yesterday (no I don't want to know about your body's bloating habits or your insane ability to retain water), we finally got them to load up our small home. It's such a weird feeling to see everything you own sitting in cardboard. It made me realize that we don't actually own very much. (Don't worry, I'll be fixing this soon. I've already got the MiL scouting Estate Sales. "Hi, I just moved to Texas... might I buy your unwanted crap?)
We kissed our little one-bedroom apartment goodbye and hit the road!
Grahm and I had to drive separately. The whole stinkin' 9 hours. The glory of roadtrippin' is you can sleep for ungodly amounts of time and no one can judge you for it. I once made it from Tulsa to Nashville without blinking an eye. Literally. This time I kinda had to pay attention, since I was driving. I called Grahm about every ten minutes with a new joke I had made up. (The best one was: Why didn't the man getting executed go see his girlfriend for lunch? He got hung up.)
The drive down here was challenging because scream singing by yourself is only entertaining for about an hour. Also, I'm directionally challenged which is the nice way of telling you I'm a terrible driver. I'm incredibly slow (SAFE!), and I never know where I am. It's like you let your crazy grandma loose on the freeway.
Once we hit Dallas, all hell broke loose. I had no idea where I was. Siri wasn't processing my requests (can she do that??) and the Gary (the Garmin) was rereouting me every five seconds. I was a hot mess, swerving through heavy downtown traffic and yelling at the GPS like it could understand me. I almost died like 8 times. Needless to say, the Dallas fiasco was a bit of foreshadowing for my life here in San Antonio. If I can't make it with an iphone AND a GPS... this just doesn't bode well.
But we made it! Jackets and all. (We're clearly noobs to SA, cause it's 75 degrees out. I could like... go swimming if I wanted. My entire winter wardrobe became obsolete overnight. Goodbye, pretty scarves!) The apartment people somehow convinced themselves that we were responsible enough to live here. We signed our names and got the keys to our new home. All 1200 sq ft of it. It's HUGE.
Now remember, we're used to living in ONE room. Now we have like a million. I got lost in here earlier. Two bedrooms, two bath. And closets. Oh my, the closets. They made me drool a little bit. Thank the Lord for storage space. Won't my clothes look fabulous in this bad mammajamma?
The movers get here tomorrow, so tonight we're cleaning/camping out on the floor admiring all the space. I'm excited for a full day of unpacking. I love deciding where everything should go. I'm slightly OCD so tomorrow will be like Christmas all over again because I get to organize everything. Yesss. Don't worry I'll be posting pictures of my fabulous Pinterest-inspired decorations and organizational plans. There's like 8 million windows, so I need to figure out my new sewing machine real fast!
After three months of anticipation, we're finally HOME.