I almost died of a heart attack while driving between a concrete wall and double trailer semi. On the inside of a tight mountain curve. The longest 5 minutes of my life trying to get myself out of that horrible wedge.
The house feels weird, like we don't really live here. I feel bizarrely unemotional about it, which is a relief. Not like our old house in Ann Arbor which I still prefer to avoid seeing when possible.
I've already been bitten by about 20 freaking mosquitos.
For real. We've been here an hour... and I've been inside.
And some jackass realtor has left our back door open for who knows how long.
Oh, and you'll be interested to know that the damn hallway light burnt out AGAIN.