what a long, strange trip it's been

sigh. the move is over. here's a list of lowlights:

* having the movers who quoted you $1400 for your move hand you a bill for $3000

* said movers failing to move your stuff in time for your house to close escrow

* said movers breaking out six feet of 1/2 inch thick glass from a coffee table and leaving the shards and pieces lying all over the room for us to pick up

* said movers damaging seven other items of furniture, some of the damage deliberate

* said movers calling us "fucking fag**ts" to our faces and every other name you can think of for 48 hours straight (despite us being the nicest i think we have ever been to anyone)

getting an idea of how pleasant all of this was? to boot, our buyers, owners of a $50 million a year high-profile company, needled us via our realtor on an almost daily basis during escrow for furniture to be given to them for free. when we left select furniture for them, we found it two days later in a heap on the street for trash to pick up. the money we could of made if we'd consigned it--around $5k.

the good news: it's all over. except it's not. we are probably moving again! but that is another story for another time.

in the meantime, we are both waiting with bated breath for career-related news that could make a big diff in our lives and trying to get back to our life pre-move, hopefully with lots of dinners & drinks with friends, movies, long walks with the dogs, hikes...you get the picture.

thanks to everyone who helped make the last two months bearable and to lyrical robot's loyal readers for not minding the one-note and sparse content over the last few. we are finally beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

beginning to see the light