What day is this?

I’ve been walking around pretty much in a stupor lately. I haven’t been blogging. I haven’t been checking my Google Reader (I did just now and the count scares me). I have been showering so that’s at least some points towards sanity. What have I been doing?


What I should be calling the bane of my existence right now, but I can’t bring myself to do that. You see, I love to be able to obsess about something and have it be totally appropriate to do so. Du has estimated that I’ve been spending 16 hours a day or more hunting for that elusive house in D.C. It’s much more dramatic than trying to find a needle in a haystack…no, it’s more like trying to find one single star in the whole universe. Or that sock that went missing from the dryer last week. You know it’s around, but wha??? Why isn’t it just obvious?

I could probably take the real estate boards, or whatever they’re called, for the DC area and pass with flying colors. Actually, I could become a taxi driver. AND I could be a metro customer service rep all at the same time. I know where every sex offender lives in DC. I know what every crime committed was last month and at what address it was committed. I know where all the dance studios are and I know that when someone, in a rental ad, tells you the commute is “only 20 minutes” that they’re lying. Big time.

I have thoroughly searched for and found the neighborhood that I’d like my family to live in and I could probably go there now and walk all the streets blindfolded. I know where the bus stop is that would take us to the metro. I know where the nearest shopping is. I’m just short of trying to contact would-be neighbors. I’ve already contact the community association. My cousin, the saint that she is, has visited two houses for us and we’ve got a rental application in on one. In that house I could walk blindfolded as well. I haven’t placed my furniture yet because I don’t know that the house is ours yet. My obsession has some limits. But I’ve got the graph paper and tape measure ready for the moment our realtor friend calls us to let us know it’s a done deal.

I hope to bring you more great news in the next day or two. I’m still not blogging regularly even though my obsession has switched gears. I’m no longer searching for houses, but aiming to know every pothole and beehive in this neighborhood. Meanwhile, there is one blog I think you should be looking at. Oh my gosh, is this one funny. In a subtle kind of way. I like that. Do you know what a TOTUS is? How about TOTUS to the POTUS? Read and enjoy.  But please check back here in a couple of days. I’ll either be partying or crying. Either way, I’m going to need company.

P.S. I haven’t even been reading that blog lately. I was on my Google Reader tonight for the first time in what seems like a decade and had to glance at a couple posts. Then I came here and wrote this post.

Published by NotSoSAHM

I'm a photographer and homeschooler Dream = travel blogger. We move around every couple of years. That's fine, I love seeing different parts of our great country and the world. Great things: Jesus, traveling, photography, eating, sewing, scrapbooking, reading, shopping...not necessarily in that order.

4 thoughts on “What day is this?

  1. Oh yay, the fun of moving! (I’m trying to help you stay positive!) I can totally picture you spending hours researching and talking back to your computer screen. (I’m also imagining something like Paris Gellar, if you know Gilmore Girls.) Hoping for good news!

  2. Yay! Glad to hear you’ve settled on a location. Our move to Phoenix was pretty much the same way…
    And thanks for pointing out TOTUS – I love that blog 😉
    Now, I have to brace myself for the arrival of the POTUS as he comes to speak to ASU today – the entire city pretty much gets shut down and traffic is a double-nightmare as they close highways….

  3. This has nothing to do with moving but I know you’ll chuckle… my friends daughter (high school junior) has made her first choice of where she wants to go to college. Auburn. She’s never visited the campus or the state. It’s all because she loves the song…shall we sing along… “Sweet Home Alabama”. I laughed til I cried because her reasoning makes sense to me – “Almost Heaven, West Virginia”. 🙂

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