migrating west

So this is about to happen. In nine short days.

What's happen you ask? 1300 miles.

One thousand, three hundred miles of highway. Of time to remember my 5 years in Denver with love. Of time to think about the next chapter. Of sadness to leave a city that made me who I am today. Of excitement to live closer to my family for the first time in 9 years.

One thousand, three hundred miles to yell at the damn cat who gets anxiety in the car. And meows. A lot.

One thousand, three hundred miles of hoping the beebee stays asleep most of the day. Of hoping Mr. Pickles enjoys his first major road trip. Of pee breaks and beef jerky.

Ahhh, California. How I never I thought I'd go back to you. It's adventure time.

Jobless and babyfull....talk about your leap of faith. I guess I better start packing.

can't argue with facts

Yep. On my journey to a milfy bod, I gave in and had some cookies today. Two, to be specific. Fresh, warm, chocolately, melty, chippy goodness.

I planned to take a picture of my sinfully delicious treat, but when I looked down, it was gone. Gone to the safety of my tumtum.

So that's that.