Is it possible that I’m feeling homesick… For my new home? We left Arlington, VA the morning of May 1st. It is now beer-thirty on May 9th and I have YET to sleep in my new house. On my new king size Tempur-pedic mattress with new sheets and comforter. Next to my new (ish) husband. But tonight’s the night… Tonight I finally get to LIVE in our new house!
So what’s been the hold-up? Let’s recap:
1) Flat tire delays trip
2) Car gets picked up 2 days late and shows up 2 days late
3). No electricity in townhouse
4). No water in townhouse
5). Mattress gets delivered
6). Movers dont show up until the last day of their 6-day quoted range
7). Danielle gets on a plane to Omaha
8). Danielle spends 2 days wearing suits, saying Pledge of Allegiance, shaking hands and experiencing slow death by PowerPoint. Or is it death by sleeping in 4 different hotels plus casa de parents over the past 7 nights?
I want to be home. I want to nest. I want to unpack. I want to eat a home-cooked meal. I want to teach a Les Mills class. I want to spend a full-day in my new office.
I love tomorrow because I get to do ALL of these things!
And then in 36 hours I get on another plane, and go back to Virginia.
I guess there’s always next week!