Friday, January 7, 2011
Holidays and their aftermaths.
Bea and I went to back to Boston for the holidays to see my mom and sister. It was really nice, we ate, as always, impeccably well. I miss the organic french chickens and Wellfleet oysters most. All in all it was quite reserved this year, something was amiss in regard to spirit. I don't quite know what, it was lovely nevertheless. Leaving was it's own ordeal, due to a storm I still say airlines overreacted to, our flight into Phoenix was canceled. Along with hundreds of others. We were supposed to be home December 28th, but the best Jetblue could offer me was an evening flight to San Diego. We got in around midnight and rented a car and drove back to Prescott... I was exhausted to say the least...
Getting home wasn't the end of our turmoils though, upon return we received notice from the bank that they had begun the eviction process in order to get us out of our house so they could sell it. This wasn't by any means unexpected, but regardless we weren't sure when it would come to pass. So since getting back Bea and I have been scrambling to find a new place and sign the necessary paperwork for relocation assistance. If all works out we more than likely will come out ahead. The knowledge of which though does little to ease the stress of the matter. I'm uncertain when I'll finally be able to relax a bit, I've been unable to sleep soundly and live my days in measured sighs.