the first week.

So we survived the dog quarantine, the house hunt, the too many thousand dollars we shelled out, and the airport food (thank you @noellephx).  We arrived relatively unscathed and even had a little fun on the way.  The four dogs were relatively easygoing, eating freeze-dried “organic all natural” food patties because I refuse to give them kibble.  They slept in four different houses over three months, peed outside in the rain, survived a six-hour plane ride without too much pee, and even smiled at me a few times. 

I have worked out in some fashion every day this week – swimming, running, walking the dogs (holy hills here, batman!), hiking.  We met some lovely people along the way (even in the first day!) and our landlord is only marginally batty.  (She’s just lonely, I think.)  I feel like this may be the best decision we have made in our can-you-believe-we-have-been-married-for-only-four-years-whoa-its-been-four-years? I don’t know if I will be lonely, freak out, make this job thing work, whatever.  But I’m damn sure gonna do my best.

I woke up this morning feeling a bit better about myself than yesterday. Some days, I focus on feeling like a ginormous whale…I mean, I figure I’m not a whale, but some days, my brain just refuses to think any other way.  My skin is clearing up (thank you, Clarisonic combined with salt water!) and I think I may actually have found a way to make myself wash dishes by hand every day.  (Ugh; no dishwasher.)  The dogs have only peed in the house a few dozen times (I get it, no doggie door and they totally egg each other on) and don’t get me started on the first night when we forgot to crate all of them…poop party!

Anyhow, I woke up motivated to share our story and our life.  We are already connected socially, but I’ve wanted to start blogging again anyhow.  And now, with only one little full time job rather than one-and-a-half, here we are.  You ready for a Pierucki journey?  I am.