Finally, this November thing makes actual sense.

Finally in Maine as of midnight on Thanksgiving eve, already know we will stay in Maine but not in this house so we will move again in 6 months. In-laws have already returned to Detroit and the dogs finally learned its okay to take a shit in the frost-covered grass.

Also? It’s entirely acceptable to eat a roast turkey dinner and give thanks at the local truck stop in a town where the world’s cleanest rest stop and welcome center are just part of the scenery.

The outside is no longer trying to kill us. No more mesquite trees. No more nebulizer 3 times per day for the little one. No more being locked inside. No more allergy cocktail of meds to keep her functioning. And I can stop popping the dye-free Benadryl  that never really did anything for me because I can breathe out of both nostrils for the first time in four years just because I can.

Our driveway is a quarter mile long. There’s a movie theater in town with free popcorn on Wednesday nights and neighbors leave food and welcome notes for you under the grille just to welcome you to the neighborhood. And The Husband has warned me to not  punch the guy who taps on my window at the gas station. He’s not trying to car jack me. Just ask if I want regular or premium.

Basically, we are getting settled. And reveling in the freezing winds that make sense in November because 90 in the desert always messed with my head.

I miss people. So does Buttercup. But we don’t miss where we were. Obviously, I’m behind on everything and life in general, but I’ll be back in a day or so to post a few of the trip highlights. Welcome to the Maine Highlands, y’all. You can keep your flip flops.



Buttercup loves her, too.


It’s midnight. The grandfather clock tells me so, loudly, and interrupts my five-year-old’s current explanation for why she is still awake and will she grounded from that birthday party this weekend because she is?




No, I have to. I haven’t gotten any work done (or even started ) and I have to keep her from a birthday party on Saturday even if we are moving or become the mom who never follows through on consequences. I know the move is on her brain and its causing anxiety and many mixed emotions so I’m trying to be lenient. But it’s midnight and she’s just now allowing herself to relax enough to drift off.  Sometimes t all boils down to wishing Benadryl made her tired because I can’t keep clocking in at midnight and stay sane.

We drive to Maine in 16 days.
I can’t sleep when I’m anxious.
She may never see this little boy again so I have to let her go to the party and I can get firm another time, right???
We drive to Maine in 16 days and I am going to miss my first best friend so much it hurts because being connected via tweets and texts and status updates become different things when time zones hamper communication and plane tickets are required before scheduling joint pedicures.
Buttercup can’t wait for snow and white Christmases and spring and running barefoot in the grass. I can’t wait for seasons and new adventures and the next chapter. We both understand that we have to go because severe mesquite allergies and Southern border living are not a good combination. It sucks, actually.
We have so much to look forward to.We know we can’t stay and we have known for a while and instead of just looking for rentals, we are actually looking into purchasing a home. There’s email and post cards and promises to video chat with the friends we love.
There’s so much. To look forward to. That we are leaving behind. That we are trying to bring with us.
Doesn’t make leaving easier.
I climb out of bed when I know she is asleep, tuck her in, and kiss her cheek and give in to her innocence like she knew I would but promise to be firm when…well…not today. We are going to the party on Saturday. And I’m pretty sure she’s going to be up until midnight tomorrow, anyway.
That’s okay. I understand because the BFF sent me a text message that simply read …
Please don’t move
…and I won’t sleep at all.
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