Tomorrow morning I am returning for the second time this month to Virgina. Since my Navy husband has orders to Norfolk, we flew out two weeks ago to house hunt. Four exhausting days later, we wrote up an offer for the one we'd felt most at home in, then piled the kids back in the car to dash back to the airport for our 6 hour plane ride home. (How fun is it, you ask, to sit in an airplane seat for 6 straight hours with a 3 year old and an infant? Only mildly more fun than riding all over greater Virginia Beach with our agent touring homes with a fussy, nursing baby.)
So tomorrow morning my helpful, loving husband will deliver my children and I to the San Diego airport for a 6:30 AM flight, sans said husband, back to Norfolk. Wait, no! Not directly to Norfolk, no, we fly into Dulles, where I disembark with my children, collect luggage, locate and pile into a rental car, and drive 4 hours to Virgina Beach. Because it was cheaper this way. (How much cheaper, you ask? I really don't want to know. I am afraid to ask, in case the answer is something like $40, and then I will want to do something bad to my husband, something that is NOT congratulating him on his thriftiness.)
We're returning to Virginia to attend our good friends' wedding (my husband is best man) and also to close on the house. I would also like to get some things started at the house, like new flooring and painting. In fact, I am looking forward to just SEEING the house again. I have only a vague memory of what the kitchen and master bath looked like, and I don't even remember seeing the second upstairs bath. After so many houses, it was kind of a blur. Yes, I brought my camera so I could take pictures of the houses we liked best. The camera stayed in my bag in the car the whole time, because my arms were occupied with the baby, of course.
So it will be a fun trip. Lest I sound too complainy, we are staying at a beach resort, and my mom is going to help me out and meet me at the airport, and drive to Virginia Beach with us. So we got that going for us. Which is nice. Now I just have to finish cleaning the house, the unsold house, here, so it can be shown to imaginary prospective buyers while we are gone. And then I have to pack. Again. Lucky for me the suitcase is still on the floor on the upstairs landing, as I never really unpacked since our last trip.
