Alright, the secrecy is over... I couldn't write about my impending move back to the good ol' US of fucking A for fear that Austin might happen across my blog (it could happen), and spoil his 30th birthday surprise. So SURPRISE! I'm back in Chicago, after a week in NYC revisiting friends, and a weekend in Pennsylvania celebrating my mother's 65th birthday (but, of course, she doesn't look a day older than 28).
Our beloved cat arrives tomorrow afternoon, and the metal trunk with the rest of our worldly posessions arrives on Friday. And then we are as good as moved, officially. We're headed down to Salem to see the Davison grandparents, whom Tam has yet to meet, this weekend, and then we can set about doing the important things like getting jobs, transportation (after getting our drivers licenses, anyhow), and eventually a home of our own. Yes, we're living with my parents. In my old bedroom. Oh, goodness. I felt cramped in that room when it was just me. The last time I lived here, I tried to turn the basement into my private apartment, but the spiders didn't like having a big roommate, so I moved out. But I think this will be a good thing for a little while. Free rent (ok, we'll be cooking, cleaning, and helping garden) makes it easier to find a job I want, a house we love, and will make it easier to afford a vehicle quickly, but nobody in the house thinks this is a good long (or even medium-) term deal. Of course, we're also helping my folks get rid of a bunch of stuff, as they prepare to move out to the house in Pennsylvania, and I need to get all the junk I've been sending home from all over the world sorted (and probably scrap half of it...), and soon enough, Tam and I will have all our stuff together. Oh, geez, I can't wait. in the meantime, I'm giving Tam an overdose of pix of me as a kid, things I wrote in high school and college, family history, and tours of where I grew up. It's fun (for me, anyhow, i hope she isn't getting too bored), and introducing her to all things American, and more specifically, midwestern.
Anyhow, it's past my bedtime, now, so I'm going to go snuggle in with her, and try to forget that my parents are sleeping less than 50 feet away. I just hope I can block out my dad's snoring.