how in the world did i end up in northeastern nevada? six months ago matt and i were looking for homes in north texas. matt hasn't worn business casual since april. i'm shaking my head. and have i ever told you how deathly afraid of UFOs i am? it's been a problem since my childhood, and had you told childhood erin that she would be living in middle of nowhere nevada, on the edge of town, with area 51 down the road she probably would have wet her pants and wandered completely off the reservation (PC?).
but things are fine; things are good actually. we don't have many friends yet, but so far that's nothing that a DQ blizzard now and then can't fix. we have some great neighbors. and then there are the neighbors who have a dog named lucifer, which, in a name, ironically sums up their role in the neighborhood quite accurately.
owning a home is an extremely expensive adventure. and putting in a sprinkler system/deck/patio/yard/fence is about as fun (and forty times as expensive) as a root canal. and it's a little weird to feel homesick in your own house. my heart still aches a little bit for dallas, which i know is normal and doesn't go away overnight. but i think i'm mostly anxious to feel like i belong somewhere again. it would really help if elko got a target.
and, after a three-month-long battle between mother and daughter, indiana has reluctantly submitted her will and once again succumbed to the hallowed afternoon nap. point: me; but credit due: the sweet thing has the will of forty wild horses. no idea where she got that from.