The Ultimate Moving Horror Story: Preview
We are no longer in California. Nor have we arrived at our new home. We are in moving limbo. As you crave my pain, this is a story I can’t wait to share with you. This is a story so terrifying, you will hide behind your hands and bite your nails down to the nubs. This, my friends, is relocation purgatory.
I have been writing down my thoughts. How descriptive is my description of purgatory? Over three-thousand words and counting. This hell has no bounds.
But I can’t tell you about it. Not yet. I will though when I can. And when I do, the reason for the wait will all be explained.
Where are you? How are you?
I totally suck- I’m sorry. My email @ home is all screwed up and the pics you need will be coming your way as soon as I can get it fixed. Are you guys still planning to stop on your way through to PA?
Well, hello there. We’re in Tennessee. We thought that we would escape the toxicity of California, but forgot that there is a different kind of toxicity down here… know what I’m saying?
Seriously though, it’s not that serious. I was sort of trying to be funny. Maybe it came out totally morbid?
We probably won’t stop through on the way there, but we have to make other trips down here to get the rest of our stuff… sadly… and we are going to stop there on the way back down. That will probably be fairly soon. Sometime in September for sure. And it will be on a weekend. We were going to stop by on the way through this time, but we realized that it would be during the week and our mama would be stuck in podunk.
PS – Shawna is very upset that no one was there to make you Tacos in a Bag on your birthday.