Six days until we drive out of of the 202. Or should we say one week?
Whatever it may be, we’re leaving DC soon.
I feel like our house should be more chaotic than it is right now. Because there are only a few packing supplies scattered around and a couple of boxes stacked, I’m beginning to think I haven’t been accomplishing as much as I should.
It has been one heck of a week.
Brad and I have spent about 12 hours together in the past 5 days, with me spending last weekend in Phoenix and him in Boise this week. A couple of those hours consisted of building a dam out of towels in our apartment. We were about to leave for the airport when it sounded as if the shower had turned itself on. Brad rushed into the bathroom and exclaimed that water was pouring from the ceiling.
I’ve been getting a lot of funny looks lately.
Some side-eyes, a few questioning looks, and even more concerned frowns.
Why?
Because my husband Brad and I are leaving the thriving metropolis (I like that word. It makes it sound like Superman lives here) of Washington, DC for Boise, Idaho.
I’ve spent about 16 hours total in Boise. It seems like a nice place to live.
