(Note of oddness: I picked out the photo on top for my blog in early June, when I first started the blog. The phot directly above is taken from the patio of my condo, which we didn't get until July -- weird)
Many thanks to those of you who have inquired about my move! Mom and I have been very busy furnishing the condo, and thus I have not had much time to contact people. Still, your messages are much appreciated!
Two highlights from the last week:
We arrived at the property early Friday morning, wanting to get one good look around before buying furniture. I opened the front door with the key we got from the real estate agent, and proceeded to try the same key in the second door. It wouldn't budge. Mom tried. Still, it wouldn't move. We twisted and turned the key, threw our weight against the door, and still nothing. It was about 100 degrees (I'm not kidding), and I have technically been homeless since June 1 (special thanks to our summer sponsors, Juliette and Jennifer, for letting me stay at their place this summer). I am tired of moving. We call the real estate agent, who informs us that the lock on the second door is broken, and we just have to push on it and it will open. "Oh," we say. So I threw myself against the door, and burst into my home (and new life in Arizona, etc.) Through the patio, I could see the sun shining brightly on the mountains. It was a glorious moment.
Friday we bought furniture, so Saturday, Mom and I decided to go to Nogales, Mexico for home decor, approximately a 45-minute drive from Tucson. We point the car towards the Santa Catalinas and drive. About half an hour later, the road signs switch from miles to kilometers (that zany metric system!) and my mom becomes convinced that we will accidentally drive across the border and suddenly be in Mexico. We arrive in Nogales, park the car, and because we're white Americans, stroll freely through the metal turnstile into Mexico. We find a beautiful Spanish-style mirror and end tables for the living room. The man selling us the stuff offers to carry it across the border back to our car (did I mention it's at least a mile walk, plus time in customs, plus its 90 degrees, plus there's about a million people milling around?) My mother, the cheapest person I know, insists that we are fine and capable of carrying close to 70 lbs. (50 kg) of home furnishings ourselves. I am bruised and have ruined a pair of capris, but we have gotten a bargain.
I’ve also had a chance to get to know many great people here. I am currently keeping busy designing my syllabus for teaching this year (and watching So You Think You Can Dance – go Neil!) Looking forward to LaRue coming down on Sunday.
More pics are on Facebook!
Two highlights from the last week:
We arrived at the property early Friday morning, wanting to get one good look around before buying furniture. I opened the front door with the key we got from the real estate agent, and proceeded to try the same key in the second door. It wouldn't budge. Mom tried. Still, it wouldn't move. We twisted and turned the key, threw our weight against the door, and still nothing. It was about 100 degrees (I'm not kidding), and I have technically been homeless since June 1 (special thanks to our summer sponsors, Juliette and Jennifer, for letting me stay at their place this summer). I am tired of moving. We call the real estate agent, who informs us that the lock on the second door is broken, and we just have to push on it and it will open. "Oh," we say. So I threw myself against the door, and burst into my home (and new life in Arizona, etc.) Through the patio, I could see the sun shining brightly on the mountains. It was a glorious moment.
Friday we bought furniture, so Saturday, Mom and I decided to go to Nogales, Mexico for home decor, approximately a 45-minute drive from Tucson. We point the car towards the Santa Catalinas and drive. About half an hour later, the road signs switch from miles to kilometers (that zany metric system!) and my mom becomes convinced that we will accidentally drive across the border and suddenly be in Mexico. We arrive in Nogales, park the car, and because we're white Americans, stroll freely through the metal turnstile into Mexico. We find a beautiful Spanish-style mirror and end tables for the living room. The man selling us the stuff offers to carry it across the border back to our car (did I mention it's at least a mile walk, plus time in customs, plus its 90 degrees, plus there's about a million people milling around?) My mother, the cheapest person I know, insists that we are fine and capable of carrying close to 70 lbs. (50 kg) of home furnishings ourselves. I am bruised and have ruined a pair of capris, but we have gotten a bargain.
I’ve also had a chance to get to know many great people here. I am currently keeping busy designing my syllabus for teaching this year (and watching So You Think You Can Dance – go Neil!) Looking forward to LaRue coming down on Sunday.
More pics are on Facebook!
1 comment:
it is my pleasure to deliver LaRue to you. He just left and I didn't even cry... till he was gone.
take good care of him. I'll see you guys down there before too long!
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