...I've had to breakdown and start writing it on my own. I'd like to post a hilarious-style story in reference to the insanity that has been the past 3 weeks, but I can't just yet. The good news is that we are all moved into the new house and my "renovations" (IE painting) have been completed. And not a moment too soon! Clearly, since the old slumlord wasn't concerned with the rowdy squirrels in the wall or repairing the air-conditioning, you can only imagine that they weren't concerned with the dead squirrel in the wall. We officially moved out on the day Maryland got warm again. That's the same day the rotting rodent smell starting wafting through the front of the house.
On that note, I could still post a rambling sentimental blog about second guessing my decision to leave the downtown area, (by less than a mile mind you) and talk about how Nat and I shared our first kiss, first... you know, and proposal in that house and how I officially said goodbye to it today, but I won't. (Now anyway.)
Instead, I'm going to get back to writing by paper while listening to the sweet koi fish pond and croaking frogs from the backyard next door while in my new "office."
Stay tuned to hear about about our movers openly trying to take a "chronic" break in the middle of moving our stuff based on my Bob Marley calendar and Nat's electronic cigarette which they mistook as a "one-hitter." Actually, that may have been the whole story so never mind. (Maybe.)