Step One: Find a box with a hole
Step Two: Put your stuff in a box. Step Three: Move your box to Las Vegas, NV. That, for all you Dick in a Box lovers out there.
I have been offered a job with LVMPD and the process has begun to figure out how to move the family cross country. In case you don't know the family is my husband, our daughter, 3 cats and a bad case of the crabs. Hmm, scratch that last part. And no, not literally.
I am actually enjoying the logistics and have made a comprehensive list in Excel of all the different things we need to do before we go. I finally hired carpet cleaners, took the blinds to get repaired and had my dad fix a million things around the house that needed work. Like 8 months ago needed work. I am hoping we will talk with a realtor in the next week and get the house up for sale very soon. Of course, the house needs to sell, for a great price but only when we are exactly ready to move out. I wonder what the odds are of that happening?
The sad part has not kicked in yet. I am not sure when it will but I know it is out there somewhere. Waiting to sneak up on me and kick me in the boob. I can only hope I have made the right decision and all those people (you know who you are) that love me will come visit and visit regularly. We will always have a guest room for you. And the strippers you bring home.
posted by karen @ 2:13 PM
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WOW! Vegas? I've tried twice to work out a way to move there. But, it didn't work either time. I probably should have just up and moved and worked everything out when I got there.
Of course, I don't have a 1 year old that depends on me for just about everything. So, I can understand that other people have to plan this type of thing out.
Congrats on moving out of the cold North to the HOT Southwest.
Cover your chest, dear. That damned sadness is starting to creep up on me, and it seems to know ninja moves.
I don't think you are the only one for which it hasn't "set in" yet. Personally, I think I do a fabulous job of playing it cool, hiding behind my jokes, and distracting myself with the hopes of my own future; when really, on the inside, it's killing me. Pretty much every day.
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