Homeless with a checkbook

So we have been on the road since June 1st and are finally in our new place. As you can see from the picture we only have 2 places to sit, my beautiful wife has one and the other one is the toilet seat and no I am not blogging from the toilet seat.

BF said we have been "sloughing" off friends which sounds disgusting. I prefer the term visiting lots of friends and family and we owe a huge thanks to everyone who put us up or put up with us.

We determined that for the past month we have been homeless with a check book. We weren't destitute yet had no home. Chalk it up to trying to rent short term in the summer on the coast of Maine, plus with all of our travels this month it didn't make sense to rent anyways. I have always been fairly good at being displaced but a month can grind on you. When simply trying to get ready for work is a problem it gets frustrating.

So now we are simply waiting for all of our stuff. We don't where it is and we don't know when it is going to get here. I have called the movers numerous times and I am not sure if it is the language barrier (Maine vs. Miami as I am not really sure what language the guys is speaking) or the fact that all moving companies suck. They claim it is on the way and it isn't even due to get here until Saturday, we just wish we knew when it was actually going to arrive.

Anyways we will celebrate the 4th and hope our stuff isn't dropped off on the sidewalk while we are on Lost Shaker of Salt II.