There is that poem from childhood about the adventures you will go on. You hear it then and you think - uh huh. Yep. Riight.
But at some point you look back and you realize it is a wild ride.
Moving home has been a bit of that.
First the house that I rented had a flooded basement.
Direct TV wouldn't install service without written authorization from the owner.
Direct TV wouldn't install because it was raining.
The internet service I signed up for isn't fast enough for my job.
The internet service I signed up for isn't evening functioning at an acceptable speed.
That same service...will be canceled. Fingers crossed they let me out.
After my divorce I never got around to changing my name back on my passport since I had no where to go. Now the new job requires me to be in Canada in 3 weeks and I have to pay a rush fee. Oh and have my picture taken. With no makeup on and my hair all fuzzy.
I need to get my car registered but I left my car title in house that will not sell.
But all of these things, while frustrating, all amount to the same thing.
I am home.