WHOHOO!

The good news is, not that I'm counting, I only have 4 days of work left! The bad news is, that I only have 4 days of work left.

Have you ever not worked? I have. It seems great for about a week--it's like a vacation without going anywhere. When I moved to Boston I didn't have a job lined up but I needed to find one ASAP. I spent most of my days unpacking and sending out resumes. We were settled in about a week and a half. Then I started calling Adam everyday to find out what time he would be home and what he wanted for dinner. It sucked and he was ready to KILL me, hell I was ready to kill me. I didn't really know anyone or the people I knew lived an hour away and had jobs. Go figure. Six weeks later, he was sorry. I worked in New Hampshire and he was lucky if he got dinner once a week.

Fast forward seven years. We are moving to DC, I have no job, my friends who live there have jobs, and the difference this time? We have no place to live and I don't have to get a job ASAP. Oh yeah, and I promised Adam I wouldn't call him everyday to ask what time he'll be home and what he wants for dinner.

I expect many visits from the MA. Spring hits much earlier in DC. Okay, DC has Spring.