One week in

Today, HRJ, the hubs and I are inside. We've got a movie on and just finished up some delish pizza. Outside it is crazy. The rain is coming down in sheets and the wind is blowing. Except as I type this, I look outside and trees have stopped. Thanks for making me liar! Apparently hurricane Hermaine has sent some of his bad weather to Texas. So, what does that mean to me, besides a time to bunker down with my two favorite guys? It means I finally have time to blog. Seriously, ever since I told you all about our drive out here, we haven't stopped. Every night, I think about what to write about. What funny story can I tell you about my day? Then? I fall asleep on the couch while trying to get HRJ to sleep or I fall asleep in our bed while waiting for the hubs to get HRJ to sleep. (I can't wait until we can get back to our normal routine!)

So, here I am.

It's been a roughish week. The first couple of days I was depressed. There was such a weight on my shoulders. Such a nervousness about this new city. Nothing was as I expected and I was feeling trapped. By what, you ask? Well. The dog had us trapped. Our first night, we went downtown to explore a little bit. While we were out, our stomachs started to grumble so we found a restaurant and sat down. Not twenty minutes later we received a call from our hotel. Maggie was barking. Ugh. So we canceled our meal and headed back. The next day, we woke up ready to go explore. But of course, there was Maggie staring at us. What do we do with her, we wondered. We couldn't leave her. If she barked again and got us kicked out...well, that just wouldn't be good. So off we went with the dog in tow. Do you know how many places you can go with your dog? None. Ok, there's Petco and Petsmart but really? That's not where the hubs and I were hoping to explore. So, as we were driving around, my heart was heavy. We went and found our house. It wasn't what I had pictured it could be. (Remember we are military so we don't get to choose our house.) Then we wanted to go eat. But with a dog and this heat? We got to feast on the gourmet food that is Wendy's, in our car.

It just wasn't a good situation. For anyone, including Miss MM. I was really homesick for what I know. For freedom.

So Thursday while we were heading off to some place, I looked to the left of the freeway and saw the sign pet resort. Ding. Ding. Ding! Ya, we made a be-line for that place. It also turned out to be a walk in vet where I had Maggie checked out and was diagnosed with dyhradation. So, Maggie has been there since then and has completely recovered, by the way. We pick her up tomorrow. It's been glorious and very helpful to my emotional well-being. We've gone out to dinner, we've explored, we've done a two day soccer tournament. I've ventured out without the hubs. I've navigated. I've gotten lost. I've circled a hospital 3 times trying to get on the right road.

Now we are in our second hotel. Fifth if you count the ones from the drive out. Tomorrow we move into a pet-friendly room for a few days. I can't wait until our furniture arrives and we can move into our house and I can get started on making it a home. Because I will make it a home! And I will learn this city! And I will get over being the idiot driver that Texas has made me!