Jiggety Jig

Until the moment we arrived at his house my brother wasn't sure we were really moving to Michigan.

We expected our furniture on November 25th. Darling finally got someone on the phone on Wednesday the 27th and they confirmed our shipment was in a warehouse in Dallas, TX.

A lot of good that did us. We bought a couch and love seat and an air mattress and moved into the house anyway. After all, we wanted to be in the house we bought.

The house is more lovely than the photos. The view of the natural lake out our huge living room window is fabulous, unobstructed by the leaves that will cover the trees in the spring.

Still, it's culture shock for us both. I've lived my entire adult life in the Houston area and Darling is a native Houstonian, subjected to cold and snow only on trips.

I bought a snow blower and yard tools. My brother, Northern Viking that he is, came over and uncovered our yard from the piles and piles of leaves littering the ground.

Our furniture arrived ten days later than the broker "promised" - Note to self: Promises mean nothing if they aren't in writing. The movers broke a lot of stuff. The process to obtain an insurance amount is daunting.

We bought another car. Darling bought her "dream" car a few weeks before we decided to move. Here, I am told, it is normal for folks to buy a "deer car" which you use in the winter. For us, keeping the nice car off the winter road is worth it.

We bought, bought, bought. I'm not sure what we spent all the money on, but moving - and moving to a new state - is expensive.

We're still having an issue getting Darling her Michigan Driver's License.

We spent Christmas Day with my brother and had a good time.

I'm not going into any more details of this transition. Perhaps one more post with a "Lessons Learned" but I don't know if either of my readers cares about that...

Anyway, I'm back in Michigan after forty years. It feels strange to me.

Home again, home again - jiggety jig.

I wish everyone a Happy New Year. Thanks for reading.


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