Oh, hi. Fancy meeting you here.

I have missed my blog desperately, you guys. I'm not sure you realize what it's like living without Internet. Or in a log cabin in a bedroom with no door. A place where I cannot gallivant around in my underwear while I get ready each morning.


So, we're here. "Home." Surrounded by family and pets and living out of suitcases. I thought this would feel more like a vacation, but it's really more of a pain in the ass.

I've spent the past two days in search of a job. Because without jobs, we can't move out of the log cabin's bedroom with no door, and quite frankly, I'm not OK with that at all.

I'd rather be pulling hairs out of my head, one by one, than hunting for a job. Actually, that's not true. What I'd rather be doing is soaking in my parents' hot tub, while my husband makes the big dough and supports me in the manner to which I am accustomed. But since it's not 1948, and since prior to this upheaval of life, I was making more money than him, I cannot see this dream realized anytime soon.

So I'll continue to job hunt. And continue to wish that just once I could walk out of my bedroom in a bra.