I honestly don't even know what day it is. I don't know how many days we have been "staying home". Our life has been off track since March 3, 2020. That stinking tornado.
I knew the rain was coming. On my way home from work, the radio DJ mentioned the yucky weather we were going to get. Apparently some nasty cells would be moving through middle Tennessee between 1-4am.
I listened. Well, half-listened. I was thinking about other things... I was tired. It had been a long day. I was hungry.
I like the idea of camping. I think.
I like the idea of glamping... I could never tent-camp. I know that about myself. But there are some really incredible RVs with all the creature-comforts of home available. Stu and I toyed with the idea of RV living while traveling the country. The only hang up there is income.
Anyway, back to the present. My brother- and sister-in-law have a hard pop-up trailer. And they have been kind enough to let us borrow it from time to time.
Ok, I probably will not rock cowboy boots.
We are moving to Nashville, Tennessee! I can't quite believe it. Stu and I have been trying to move our family out of Florida for 13 years. And it is finally happening.
As our wedding approached in 2006, we went to Nashville for job interviews (Stu even had an official offer from a police department) and shopped for houses with a realtor. Then some conversations happened, decisions were made, and we stayed in Florida. Since then, we have randomly attempted to find jobs in various other states... I think at least 10 states have our resumes. The doors never opened.
So we stayed.
And dreamt of four seasons.
Family & Life
Nothing super fancy here. Probably not life changing either. But you might enjoy a peek into our world.