Well, Trina just flew out to Ghana this morning and I’m spending my last day in our condo scrubbing the walls and bathtub. Our renter moves in tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll sleep in the bedroom I called home when I was 10. I guess sometimes you have to go back before you go forward.
It’s a a bit sad leaving the place we’ve lived for the past seven-plus years, but we’ll be back one day. And living with a guy like my dad again is always worth the price of admission. So, besides the extra time I’ll be spending in my car driving to work and everywhere else, the next month should be a good time.
Any tips from people who’ve moved back in with their parents are certainly welcome though.
My real adventure begins on February 28.