In one week I'll have...

...boxed up and cleaned our apartment,
loaded up the Subie full to the brim,
organized 1 storage unit,
driven 1, 389.14 miles in peace and quiet,
unloaded stuff into another storage unit,
searched for the perfect rental,
attended 1 beautiful wedding,
and hopefully, HOPEFULLY, hopefully be moving into another place.


I don't need to make any excuses for polishing off half a box of Oreos last night, do I?

Our little Tour del Sur was fantastic and I have to give major kudos to Cade and Savvy for being such traveling troopers. We have covered some 3,400 miles in the last 2 weeks, and half of that mileage has been endured in the car.

It is a small miracle I still lay claim to my children.

I am bursting with stories and pictures to post about our adventures...and while I'd much rather be blogging than packing, I better dig deep to find that responsible self. So here are just a few pictures to tide me over until I have made significant progress in regards to our future and hopefully more (dare I say it) permanent lives.


Stay tuned!

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Taken after 5 hours of sleep at a hotel in Indiana.

6 hours of driving remaining.

Savvy's scowl says it all.

Fortunately, the scowl didn't last long.

How to get your children to share a bed when they are accustomed to sleeping in their own rooms: Let them run wild with 14 cousins for 10 hours, deny naps, put them to bed no earlier than 10pm, and of course, separate them with poofy hotel pillows. Works like a charm.

Déjà vu. In 1986 my elementary school participated in an anti-smoking campaign and kicked off the event with a balloon send-off. Though years ago, I remember it clearly. (What about you, Melody?) While back in Northern Virginia, Cade and Savannah were given balloons at the Hard Times Cafe restaurant where we had eaten lunch at with an old friend just prior to coming to the playground. Savannah was so anxious to let hers go, she first did it at the restaurant where it got tangled in one of the ceiling fans (one of the many embarrassing occurrences while dining with old friends during our visit). Our waiter went above and beyond and retrieved the balloon with a ladder. Needless the say, once we got to the school, Savannah was beyond anxious to set her balloon free. It was so surreal to have my little girl march up that little hill and send off her prized balloon, a mirror image of what I did some 22 years ago. I had to get a picture.

A dear friend from High School --Virginia Tang, me, and Savvy at Deep Run Park.

Much, much more to come.