Even when moving where you really wanta be—moving STINKS! This is the first time I’ve ever done it myself—well, I didn’t *actually* move it myself—but Vic and I didn’t hire anyone to pack/move for us. It has been pretty terrible. The fact that we are still married, haven’t had any ER visits, AND have 90% of our stuff already in storage in Lewisville is a little amazing to me. The biggest issue has been that Vic’s mother and 80 year old grandmother (from NY) came for about 10 days to help us pack. Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate the effort—but having a garage sale while I’m at work and selling random things that were my Mom’s doesn’t do much for strengthening our relationship….it’s just stuff though—at least that’s what I keep telling myself every time I get mad all over again! Another speed bump in our process was my A/C going out in my car on the drive to DFW on Sunday--car loaded to the max, including a smelly poodle and a little Katie that doesn’t like to be harnessed to her car seat! We drove the last 3.5 hours with the windows down. Katie and I had matching ‘fros by the time we arrived. Anyway, it’s a fitting way to top off our 2 year layover in Pampa. I’m SO glad that in only 72 hours we will head the road and head back to DFW for the final time. Home, Sweet Home!