So....I'm here. In Dallas freaking Texas.
I kept hoping that something would happen to make this dreaded move not come to fruition, like Texas would finally secede from the union or something equally as wonderful. But alas, Texas has yet to live up to their threats and I find myself currently drenched in my own sweat as it is 100 degrees and humid as hell. My hair is not accustomed to such weather and I look like Monica on that one Friend's episode. I threatened Dan that I was going to shave my head and he told me he'd love me anyways, which only made me scowl and feel my head for any lumps that might make my bald head unsightly.
The drive down was painful. Primarily because I decided to get the stomach flu or something equally as awful the day before the 28 hour drive (Don't believe me that it is 28 hours? Mapquest it.) I blame packing all the blankets and having to sleep on the floor of our apartment with only a pillow the night before embarking on this adventure. To make matters worse, no matter how hard we tried we could not get into any of our stops before 10 PM. I had planned on spending a fun night in Denver with my best friend drowning my sorrows in a vat of beer....only to get in so late that we all just crashed and left early the next morning.
I know some people think I'm being a little harsh about this whole move, and that is totally true. Totally 100% a valid assessment of the situation. But let me put this mildly in perspective for you. Since I turned 18 I have moved sixteen times. SIXTEEN. I have lived in six cities, three states, and two countries. When I moved back from NYC I vowed to graduate from law school and NEVER MOVE AGAIN. I want to settle down and accumulate STUFF and FRIENDS and a LIFE. I am so sick of being a transient. So yes, I am undoubtedly a little grumpy about moving 28 hours away from the place I want to be right after I get a law degree that I might as well have made with computer paper and crayola markers for all the good it will do me here.
The good news is that I think we might have found a house. This morning our realtor and friend of Dan's (who is a amazing!) took us all over Dallas being ever so patient. I quickly decided that the inner-city life was not for me. On our budget we just could not afford a big enough house in a good enough neighborhood. So we concentrated our efforts on the suburbs where we found a super cute 3 bedroom house in a nice neighborhood with a decent backyard. We haven't totally determined if it is ours yet, but we have our fingers crossed.
I will keep you updated and vow to have a better attitude about this whole thing in the morning. Maybe.