Ready for a laugh? Let’s all go back to that time approximately 7 years ago when I loaded up the last of our things and flipped AZ the bird and swore up and down and left and right that I would never, NEVER, not ever, move back to Arizona. (Okay, I didn’t ACTUALLY flip AZ the bird, and when we came back for a visit a year later I cried enormous tears because I missed AZ so much… but let’s not focus on that part). As far as I was concerned, Arizona and I were over. It wasn’t you, Arizona, it was me.
Well, here we are. Back in our old stomping grounds, living with my folks. Wait, what? Oh yeah, remember that time I said it would be fun to buy an old house and fix it up? Oh man, I’m hilarious. Okay, no, it was super fun and exciting buying a house on a total whim:
See how happy we look? We were going to move back to Arizona, live in our cool new house and then who knew what would happen. And then we went crazy:
Very, very quickly became this:
turned into this:
And, we became this:
A very happy, albeit very homeless family of four bumming a place to stay and wearing the same pair of pants over and over again.