In the in-between

Leaving LA was heart wrenching…For me it was 26 years of my life, for my husband 20, and for the kids, their entire lives. Three of us in the car were sobbing (one of us, not sobbing, asked if we were almost there yet before we even reached Santa Monica. Yes, he’s also the one who now chases down hotel corridors after his sisters screaming, “I’m the rotten egg!  I’m the rotten egg!” like it’s a desired thing). 
 
Today was supposed to be our moving-in day. Life, it turns out, is about pivoting.
 
Tomorrow we (finally) should close on the house.  But our furniture is....still in LA (furniture meaning all our worldly possessions).  Apparently, the Mayflower moving company doesn’t have drivers. This would have been helpful information to know before they packed us last week.  (Aside: at this time of great unemployment, how can a national moving company not find drivers?)
 
Hence the in-between. We know what we’ve left, but not what our lives here will be like.  Right now we’re virtual schooling and working in a cozy (read cramped) hotel suite.
 
We did find amazing gourmet donuts this morning (pictured above), so (Keto be damned) that’s a start.  
 
Two days after we left LA, there was a sizable earthquake, our favorite neighborhood pizza joint shut down without warning and the Notorious and Beloved RBG passed away.  Change. Can't avoid it, so here's to embracing the unexpected, the new, the constant change.