Welcome to the Desert Edition of But Wherever I Go!
With our house sold in Connecticut, our family has settled safely in Arizona.
We house-hunted in stages; first Sam came out and then I came with the girls. After almost twenty houses, we actually chose the very first house Sam visited when he came out. But there was a sunken living room and Sam was crest-fallen. But when I saw the house, I just said, "no problem. we will put in a floor." End of discussion.
Hey, it was me and my power of attorney making all the decisions, since he stayed and took care of things in Connecticut. (And there was word he might be providing support for an event in the Caribbean or with the Oil Spill.) A mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do...
The boxes are unpacked and we are loving the gorgeous weather and friendly people. And, everyone, thank Sam for the GPS that he got me for our 10th anniversary. I would have kept driving to the border if I didn't have that. But I make it home after every outing thanks to that tiny, hunky Australian voice on my dash board giving directions.
Anyway, the house is darling. Estelle calls it "the orange house" because it is literally the color of orange sherbet on the exterior. We have an orange tree and a lime tree and a wall of oleander and towering palm trees backing the pool. The house is all one level, with a gorgeous pool, two yards, an amazing kitchen. Just perfect.
Sam is now in AZ full-time. He began his new assignment this week. It has been nice to have him home in-between jobs. After three weeks of unpacking, there are still a few boxes lingering, and a few broken items, but life is moving forward. So, we are happily nestled in and ready to do what the natives do. (Sam won't let me buy a solar oven yet, though.)