I went MIA last week.
This week may be the same.
Vegas and I headed to Atlanta to help my mom pack up and move. This is the house my dad built when I was a year old. My mom, my sisters, and me have lived here the majority of our lives. Since my sisters and I all moved away and my dad died it’s just too big and empty for mamma.
That doesn’t make moving out of it any easier.
First thing’s first.
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This is what happens when you can’t sleep on a plane.
Sadly, no mile high club. Vegas is so conservative…
Today we’re in Greece, but as I write this I’m on the first leg of our trip. We caught the first flight out to JFK (read: way too early). We didn’t really go to sleep and I am finding it impossible to sleep on the plane… so please excuse any typos, bad jokes, and general rambling. Basically proceed as usual.
Before we left I had the house cleaned and thought it the perfect time to take pictures of our new digs in San Diego. We lucked out with the space – there’s a lot of it. That’s hard to come by in our neighborhood! We live in a flat that’s part of a 4-unit building. Our land lady goddess lives above us, and two other couples are below us. It’s like a little Melrose Place (for those of you old enough to remember that show).
The first tour stop is the living room, our long hallway, and the bird room.
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