Moving on up...

Hello there!
It's been a while. I haven't written much in a while. According to this site, not since 2012... That, is a very long time ago... But. I'm back. Sort of. See, it's been kind of a whirlwind of a life. The hubs and I got married in 2011. That year I lived part time in Virginia and part time in Alabama. Then we lived for almost a year mostly together in Virginia. Then we lived for almost a year in Alabama together. And now we actually aren't in either of those states anymore. Yes, friend. We have moved yet again. It's kind of our thing, I guess. I am currently sitting in a hotel in Iowa. Yeah. Iowa. And I won't deny I am not exactly thrilled about this. But, in keeping with our life story, it is only for a year. But more on all that some other time.

I have found I deal better with life when I write about it. And seeing as I haven't written in so long, perhaps this is why I have been kind of all over the place emotionally here lately. So the plan is to write about it. So let's chat. Today, I'd like to share a bit with you about moving.

I hate moving. Not because I'm against new places or experiences. Not because I don't love a good roadtrip. I hate moving because we always end up doing it ourselves. Bless my man's heart. I don't understand how he can have moved as often as he has (thanks, Navy) and still be so bad at it. I just don't understand. I finished my last week at work and we had a week to get packed up and moved across the country again, and still we were late leaving, rushing to get going and having to leave stuff behind. Now don't get me wrong, we have way too much crap. I know this. He knows this. And we're working on it. Each move leads to throwing more stuff out and going through stuff. But we still have a TON of stuff. Like a 10x30 foot storage unit full. Oh em gee. We have a lot of crap...

But I digress. So the hubs has moved basically ten times (at least) in his adult life... and still sucks at it. His way to move is tossing everything in tubs to throw in a truck and start driving. So now that he's actually got me to make him have grown up furniture and such, he has no clue what to do. You mean we don't just donate the furniture to Goodwill and start over? No. No we don't. He would look at me like "so what do we need to do?" and I'd just stare back confused. "I don't know, you've done this a dozen times. You tell me!" And so went the last week we were in Bama. Him looking confused or saying it would all fit and me knowing he was wrong and not helping. L.o.l.

The day we loaded the Uhaul trailer was an adventure in itself. Nothing like getting only a portion of stuff loaded and realizing after you've already downsized and decided to leave your dining table and chairs, linen chest, dog toy box, bookshelves and virtually all your books behind that you STILL don't have enough room for what's left. So more little things get left like some of your favorite wall hangings and blank canvases that were just begging to be painted. The husband's saw he had finally gotten excited about using again (he wanted to build birdhouses). *sigh* It got very frustrating. I cried. A few times... (like I said. Emotional.) Luckily we have awesome family who helped. His mom packed up virtually my entire kitchen. (savior) My sister brought me more boxes. My dad helped hubs play Tetris to fill the Uhaul. My mom offered emotional support most of all, but also helped me throw the little stuff we had yet to pack into boxes to be added to the Tetris matrix. And no one killed me. And I didn't kill hubs. #success

Then the road trip up here was ridiculously long because we had to drive superrrrr sloooooow since the trailer shouldn't go above 55. (We tried for 60) I need to go faster than that. A 14 hr drive should not take 18. It just shouldn't. I'm too impatient (and too much of a speed demon) for that. I like to try to beat that ETA, not watch it increase by hours. Thank God for my dear friend Bri. Her hubs had gotten her a ticket to come home to Bama after finishing school as a celebration. He got it one way so she could ride back to Iowa with us. (Yes. There is another couple mostly from AL who decided to move here for some strange reason...) She kept me awake and entertained so the slow ride was at least tolerable.

But we made it to Iowa. We're alive and I guess that's something (especially considering the number of times I threatened to murder husband in the past two weeks). And we have found a place to live (albeit in the middle of nowhere. That's the problem with Iowa. If you're not in the capital, you're basically in the middle of nowhere. I got lost the other day [because maps doesn't even care about Iowa so it can't find you... or the state for that matter] and Dustin asked what I was around. "Fields! I'm surrounded by fields. I can't even see houses attached to those fields, daggummit! This is why I'm lost! There's literally nothing to identify what state I'm in except the neverending fields so I must still be in Iowa!" [I'm full of Iowa jokes at the moment, can you tell?]) and are chilling in a hotel for another week or thereabouts. So that's fun. I like hotels. Someone else cleans. Yay. (We had a maid for a period of time back in VA when we had roommates and I refused to be responsible for everyone's mess. That was nice. I miss that...) We did somehow manage to find the only hotel I've ever seen where there is no minifridge or microwave in the rooms though. So that's weird. I'm eating a lot of Subway. But that's cool. I like Subway. Eat fresh, friends.

Anyway. That's where we're at. Now I need a job so we can pay off my student loans during this year in purgatory. I currently have the number of a temp agency I'm supposed to call. Wee.

Thanks for reading a rant, friend. You're awesome. Next time we'll can discuss my new mission. I keep seeing people's #100happydays posts and think maybe I should get on board with this. I'm a negative Nancy lately and no one likes that.

Later daze,
Jasmine