It is somehow the end of August and we've been in Austin for a month. We're slowly settling into a routine, getting things arranged, creating our own rituals, getting used to the changes and challenges, including:
It was my call to work ~7 to 4 daily, and it's been working out pretty well, but I underestimated the effect of no natural light in the bedroom. Getting up and moving in the mornings has been ridiculously hard.
Being away from my husband all day is tragically awful and is bar none the worst part of the new job. Several people questioned our sanity - hanging in the same house all day, all week, for almost 4 years - but I loved it. I miss that boy something fierce.
Attempting to put a house on the market from 600 miles away sucks. We've had to schedule carpet cleaning, termite inspections, roof repairs, and window replacements without actually being there. Bless my parents for all their help, but even the phone calls are wearing on me at this point. Once the roofer shows, we should be done (I hope!) and we can get the house on the market at least, and be done except for the waiting.
Paying double rent/mortgage/utilities also sucks. No money for anything fun, or for eating out, or for anything except maintaining two residences, one of which is fucking vacant (with clean ass floors and new windows).
But there are really fun things too, like sitting on the balcony of our apartment watching the squirrels run by and owners walk their dogs, lots of nature, Sunday morning walks, and the chance to learn what we really want and what we really need.