The end is the beginning is the end

Closed on the house Thursday. In at 10am, done by 10:40. Got internet set up.

Thursday night I got several wonderful friends, a truck and went to it. We got about 75% of my shit moved. Specifically the big stuff. To everyone who showed up, thanks.

Today was hell. I got about an hour of restless sleep. I found out I need to get my plumbing approved before they will turn my water on. I need to have all low-flow stuff. I have it already, but it could be a week before the county inspector comes out, signs off on it and they turn it on.

My brother and I spent most of they day sorting, packing and cleaning at the old place. We finally were done about 1am. We dropped off the Uhaul, took a shower at the old place, and left.

I rode the motorcycle down the connector and out 20 to the house. Despite the pain, it felt good.

Did I mention the pain? Hell is not knowing what box you packed your drugs in. Tomorrow will be spent laying prone and making old man noises. My sciatic nerve is angry and it feels like someone is stabbing me in the right asscheek. My feet feel like being stabbed would be an improvement. Oh! Hello ibuprofen! Have you seen your buddy percocet?

It's not "home is where the heart is" It's "home is where all your boxes of crap are"