a change begins

I am moving to Dearborn this fall. I might. I'm pretty sure. It's definitely going to happen.

John owns a wonderful house in Dearborn that just refuses to let us go. It turns out that Dearborn might just be the worst place to own a house right now. Especially if you want to sell it. See more on the crappy real estate market in Michigan, and the curse of the St. Joseph statues. But since we've been trying to live together (in one place, without commuting back and forth, owning two of everything, and driving ourselves crazy) for over a year now, I've decided that it's time to take action and move to Dearborn until the house sell.

So the plan for moving to Dearborn is to commute together into the Ypsilanti-Ann Arbor area. Which really means that I drop John off at work, get to my lonely parking lot on UM's north campus, work a ton since there's nothing much else to do up there, pick John up from work, and drive back home. The plan was to run this routine for the last couple of days since we had to be in Dearborn anyway for house showings and bridal showers. This should be easy, right? No big deal.

Then chaos ensues. The first day, I realized that I had forgotten to pack for three days instead of two and had to return to my Ann Arbor apartment to pick up more clothes. The second day I missed a turn off the freeway and decided to take a detour back home to pick up wrapping paper for the bridal gift. We then realized that the bridal gift is sitting very comfortably in a closet in Dearborn instead of in the car in Ann Arbor where we need it.

This may get some getting used to.