Drab to Fab Part Un: Relocating Across Country

Living room before, looking in.

As anyone who has ever moved a household can tell you, it is never as easy as your mind thinks it is.

Since the middle of April and by middle I mean April 15th, aka tax day, why is this such a big day well, anyone who pay's taxes can explain but also if your husband happens the be an accountant than it becomes especially relevant.  We packed up our home and had a moving company come and haul it away which ended up costing about 3 times what we were quoted, however once they have half of your house in a truck your kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place and have to bite the bullet. Such things happen.

We are now back in the glorious city of Sunshine and fabulousness known as West Hollywood, the day's of rain and fog seem like a distant but fond memory...and yes, I do look back at the quaint city of Pacifica with some fondness now...I appreciate the walk to the grocery store where all the clerks knew me and the sound of the ocean which, regardless of a harsh day or a good one always lulled one to sleep...seeing an occasional whale, dolphin or seal was so exciting and now missed.  However, now we have nearly 340 days of sunshine, world class dining and entertainment, the finest shopping, luxury cars at ever curb, botox and beautiful people, and great friends who are considered family.  In essence, we have the best the world can offer and I am so enthused with this.

Living room before, looking out

I am sorry I have been absent and I have missed writing about our life all this time, so far, we have remodeled our kitchen, bleached and painted almost ever square inch of our new place and taken a 70's chic apartment into an ever evolving masterpiece.

Watch Your Drink,

The Stepford Husband