There seems to be something that happens between Joanne and I every time we move. Some kind of understanding that just slowly works itself out.
You see, I rarely pack us to move. And in the years that we’ve been together, we’ve done a few moves to get this down pat and have a plan in [...]

This image may look like it’s a picture of nothing. But it’s not just nothing. It’s my blank wall in my living room which shows that progress has been made.
My walls are bare and the decorations are gone. The entertainment center has a planned exit date of Thursday when Joanne’s ex-girlfriend comes to pick it [...]

It doesn’t matter how long I visit next door with my family. Every time I leave, my baby niece, Malia screams and cries because I’m leaving. Once I’m out the front door I can still hear her inside – usually very close to the front door because she’s chased me crying. She’s screaming at the [...]

Today, as I look at my PayU2Blog assignments I see that I have again been asked to blog about drug rehab. And I don’t mind doing it but it stirred up a lot of questions in my mind.
Are more drug rehab centers opening to treat the individual needs of different types of addicts OR is [...]

I feel like there is nothing left for me to do with the move but pack.
Yesterday I really had some nerve and called my Aunt who lives 2 hours from us and owns a truck. I thought perhaps she would be interested in saving some gas money for the week by switching cars with me [...]

So, the date is set.
Joanne’s direct boss over her had his conversation with the store manager and even though she’s not thrilled that Joanne is leaving, they’re running with it.
It will take the full 14 days for a “2 week notice” to this store to get the transfer all worked out. Joanne’s last day at [...]

Joanne came home from work this morning and couldn’t wait to pass on good news.
Her boss came into work this morning a little later due a visit from the big wigs at her store. She wasn’t sure she’d have time to talk to him about all the changes happening, a transfer, and our big move. [...]

I feel like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.
“There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.”
Perhaps I’m just not clicking my heels fast enough.
Or maybe I am.
Monday Joanne and I left on a dime to jump in the car and head to Vegas. We had a purpose in [...]