Last Saturday morning, Sam, Uncle David, two kitties and I departed Petaluma around 6:15am. We pulled in to our new home of Salem around 4:45pm. Yes, it was a long drive, and yes, I was very grumpy. Sam and I got about two hours of sleep the night before (thanks to a busted air mattress that deflated and a sick Kimberly) so I was completely exhausted. Kitties did really well during the whole drive though - they both slept the whole way.
Unfortunately, once we got to our new apartment, the kitties started to freak out. So did I. I don't know if any of you knew I was going to be living in Salem or not, but if you did, why didn't you tell me? That was mean of all of you to keep it a secret. I, for one, didn't realize I'd be living in Salem until we actually opened the door to our new, empty apartment. And that's when I started wondering why no one actually took the time to convince me that I'd actually be living in another state. Thanks for the heads-up, everyone.
Seriously though, there's something hard about walking into an empty apartment and suddenly calling it home. Fortunately I married a man who likes to unpack immediately, so we quickly started pulling out our things and it slowly began to feel like home. By the end of the night the cats were in heaven and I was actually excited about Oregon again. Morty and Willow like having a ton more space to run around and play in...so do I. I never realized how tiny our Petaluma apartment was until we got here and I was giddy about having counter tops and cupboards.
Speaking of which, here are several things I will never take for granted ever again: a dishwasher, garbage disposal, indoor laundry, counters, and cupboards. For those of you whose homes include these luxurious conveniences, I hope you realize how truly blessed you are. We forget, living in this ridiculous country, how spoiled and rich we are in America. So the next time you complain about having to do laundry or whine about not having enough money, remember that there are far worse conditions you could live in and that you're among the richest in the world.
Okay, let me get off my high horse...and...back to Salem. I've started compiling a list of things that will take me a long time to get used to. Here's what I have so far:
1. Having someone else pump my gas (I feel really awkward letting them do it for me.)
2. No sales tax (Wait, the price tag says $5.99 and it really is $5.99?! Inconceivable!)
3. Overcast mornings do not necessarily mean I need to wear jeans and a sweatshirt (It's surprisingly warm even when it looks cold outside. Yesterday I went to Sam's work in jeans and a sweatshirt and realized everyone else was in shorts and a t-shirt...and the California girl stuck out like a sore thumb.)
4. Overcast, rainy mornings might not translate into overcast rainy days (The past few days have started out as such, and then turn into beautiful sunny afternoons.)
But I can get used to anything. Especially when I have this:
Speaking of our porch, here's a couple pictures: