A lot has happened since the last time I hit ‘publish’ on a blog post, not the least of which being a long-distance move from San Antonio to Wilmington, NC.
I’ve never liked moving — the sorting and packing and cleaning, and then doing it all over again at the new place. One thing I can tell you, however, is that moving was a hell of a lot easier before I had three cats and a baby. Back when I could fit everything I owned into the back of my compact car.
We left San Antonio for Wilmington just after Memorial Day and this was, by far, my most complicated move ever. My husband, Paul, and I both upended our careers to come here, to a new rental house we had never even seen before, except in pictures. We arrived more than a week before the movers and when they finally got here some of our stuff was damaged. Then one of the cats disappeared, returning after five long, worry-filled days, hungry but otherwise unharmed. There were some other things too, that I won’t go into in detail — a hospital visit, an unexpected surgery, some soul searching, some changes in plans.
Needless to say, June was exhausting….