So we might really be going home soon.
Three months after hurricane Irene destroyed half our house, we finally, hopefully, oh please let it be true might be going home.
That’s all I’m going to say about it because I don’t want to curse myself and before I know it, three husky guys show up in the middle of the night and take away my new kitchen cabinets.
There have been a lot of stressful moments in this process.
Like two nights ago when Rick and I were arguing about which cleaning company was going to come and do dust removal after the contractors finish their work.
Usually we argue about U.S. policy in Iran so this was a nice breather.
I wanted the cleaning company that a friend had used.
He wanted a less expensive one that we had previously hired for the initial clean up right after the flood.
We debated. We discussed. We raised our voices. Finally, I realized I’d rather watch “Friends” reruns on Nick at Nite than talk about it anymore.
By the next day, I had changed my mind. I voted for Rick’s company. But by then, he had also changed his mind and wanted the other one. Which meant we STILL disagreed.
Oh my god.
Meanwhile, once we move back… we will leave behind the King size bed at our rental house for the cozy comfort of our Queen size bed at home.
Now we really have a problem.