Our trip (can I call it a trip?) to Haiti has been postponed to November sometime, for those of you wondering why I haven't left yet. Here's the current plan: my mom and I are driving out to DC for about 8 weeks to take an online distance learning Creole class. Then Haiti...sometime.
So the movers came here on Monday the 10th, which I didn't love. They came knock-knocking on the door at like 8:15 in the morning when I was still in my pajamas with a wicked case of bedhead. There were two guys, one who definitely had some special needs, so they were there for 13 hours. Seriously. I am not kidding. I was SO dang crabby by the time they left, because we weren't allowed to leave! UGH UGH UGH. I almost cried. Luckily my lovely friend Chris came over and rescued me, so we went out for a few nice walks around the neighbourhood to preserve my sanity. It took some doing, let me tell you.
And now our house is legitimately empty. There are echoes in all the rooms, weird indents in the carpet where the couches used to be, and my dog looks somewhat bewildered at the lack of off-limits furniture to sneak up on at night. We're a little nervous about leaving her as she's a bit old, but apparently the rules for bringing pets are pretty strict. One family had two cats and a dog en route to Thailand or somewhere and the dog died during the trip, which is so sad and another reason to leave the ol' girl here. She knows something is going on, though. Animals can be pretty dang intuitive.
Well I haven't blogged on here for a while, so I apologize for the stilted, awkward post. It'll get better, I promise! Especially once I have stuff to talk about ;) S'laters.
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