Living out of my car

I'm working from home today, sitting here waiting for the movers to show up.  They will pack up all of our stuff today, and ship it out tomorrow.  As you know from my constant complaining, we have spent the past few weeks packing up various things in order to stage the house, so I would say a good 50% of what we are taking is already packed.

They will pack up all the furniture - and God bless them for it - as well as the dishes, etc.  At some point today I will empty out the fridge, freezer (after helping myself to the remaining Haagen Dazs) and the pantry.

Starting tomorrow night, we will live with G's parents.  This is a "full circle" event for us, because we lived with them for a few weeks when we moved to this area years ago.  For all of my sarcasm - which flows like the Niagara Falls - it is extremely nice and gracious of them to let us live with them.  It's just that the introverts really need their own space in which to konk out and occasionally sing undignified songs about the rabbit.

But sacrifices must be made.

So I'm keeping my eyes on the prize.

The upshot to watching my precious Keurig get packed away today is knowing that I have an entire month of guilt-free Starbucks in my future!  Oh, who am I kidding?  I never feel guilt about SB.

Here's to several weeks of living out of my car.  It's a good thing I'm already used to it.  And speaking of, my days of the hellish commute are numbered, people.

Numbered.