The First Four Days

As of this evening, I’ve been in Knoxville for four full days.

It’s been eleven days since this happened,

Moving truck

and right after that Jim and I went to Phoenix where he was speaking at a conference and I had grand plans to spend half of my time relaxing by the pool with a book and the other half of my time working by the pool. Mother Nature had other plans, bringing clouds and wind and rain for about 85% of our visit. THANKS Mother Nature, NOT. Still got some good pictures, though.

Phoenix palm trees

Upon landing back at O’Hare after a two and a half hour flight delay I hit the ground running (okay, driving) in the sleet that greeted me (thanks AGAIN, Mother Nature) finishing up the last of my errands in the area and having a great dinner with my boys before getting some shut eye in a hotel and getting on the road for Knoxville the next morning.

Bye Chicago

Anyway. I’ve been here four days and I’ve taken two pictures with intention to share (the others being pictures of prospective furniture pieces we’re considering for the new house). One was of a billboard advertising the “romatic” (sic) adult toys one could purchase at a certain store because I thought the error was a little hysterical. I have since deleted it after nearly sharing it on Instagram and then stopping myself because did I really want that in my Instagram stream? (No.)

The other picture I have from the last four days is of our new house. We’re closing on Friday and it’s getting exciting all up in here.

Knoxville house

I miss my Chicago friends dearly, but in these first four days I’m actually…fine. (I reserve the right to become terribly homesick in the future.) It’s obviously incredible to be back under the same roof with Jim. It feels like a huge relief to be getting back into a semi-regular routine, and the errands I’ve been running here don’t feel as much like ihavetodothistogetitcheckedoffmylistandohmygoshiamsobusy. They feel like real life. It feels great to be approaching real life again.

Also? Mother Nature has been giving us the high sixties, so I guess that chick isn’t quite the jerk I thought she was last week. Bygones.