So this is what I wrote Friday, April 23 on the plane when we were coming home from Arizona ... unedited ...
I guess a lot can happen in about a month’s time and as I write this I’m going through a bit of a bumpy descent into Chicago and my xanax is waearing off and it’d be kinda nice if the pilot would say, “hey, we’re hitting acouple of bumps, just so ya know.” But whatever.
We are heading back from a whirlwind 4 days in AZ, (OK he did say we are descending to Chicago, and we will be bumping all the way down, but at least he told me to expect them so that makes me feel a bit better). So whirlwind trip – came out to AZ to ‘start’ the house hunt, and guess what? We started it and finished it!
So yep, in a month’s time we put our house on the market, sold it, came out to Arizona, found a house and bought it. Things have been moving at tremendous speed and we will be moving from the Chicago area, Sweet Home Chicago, on May 28 and heading from Phoenix Arizona all the way to Tacoma I’ve got seven women on my mind that same weekend. Sorry, I just had to incorporate two sings with those cities into it as I typed. Why? I’m not sure. Might be the bumps on the plane.
So, new house—in Scottsdale, not even Phoenix, but don’t know if there’s a song with Scottsdale in it, not that it matters and holy fuck these bumps are freaking the hell out of me right now but I’ll just keep focusing and typing God only knows what the hell I’m writing but concentrate on the words Steph and I’ll be on the ground soon. Shit shit shit. Breathe breathe breathe…
I hate bumpy flights like you wouldn’t believe. OK, smooth spot.
The house—well,we love it .We saw some other mac daddy homes too, but I am telling you the truth when it’s all about location. One we would have snapped up in a New York second however it was right across the street from a business complex and it backed up to apartments. No thank you. Another was gorgeous but was a foreclorsure/short sale and we did not have the time or enegery to do the work to it that it would have needed to be done.
This one, our new home, is move in ready. No paint needed, nothing. I get an office. We’ve got an oasis like pool complete with a freaking lemon tree in the backyard! And a bazillion rose bushes that I will no doubt kill.
And we just are going through huge bumps and I’m frfeaking out and asshole Mr. Manic looked at me like I’m a freak of nature bedcause I NEEDED to hold his hand and he looked at me like I’M THE ASSHOLE FREAK. Effer. That is just rude. I am freaking scared to death holding my breath over these bumps and am afraid of dying on this plane and there I said it so maybe that means I won’t die so I’m stopping here because I’m going to flip out….
Well, apparently, we didn't die on that plane ride, and we are home (whatever constitutes the word home, which I believe it to be "WITH FAMILY"... so yeah, we are WITH FAMILY again, and will continue to be with family until we are with family in our new home. Much work to do, headaches and sleep deprivation be damned, and I will get through the next ... holy shit, THIRTY-ONE days.