More changes

So, I started working for Nils waaaaaaaaay back in August and I've obviously been fairly occupied there. Life is good: the work is good, the family's good, the new PDA is good. There's only one stinky thing going on now and that's our commute.

Sparklestone and I enjoy the fantastic advantage that we commute together. We listen to all kindsa new music and some funny comedians on XM radio, we make plans, and when one of us is feeling generous, we let the non-driver nap. We have time for all these activities: every week day morning, Sparklebaby drives us the 22.59 miles from our door to my office and then drives the remaining 6.75 miles to his office. After work in the office is over, he drives 6.75 miles back to my office and then I drive 22.59 miles home. On a good day, those two trips take us at least a total of 2 hours.

That's right: at least one hour to drive less than 30 miles on a good day. On a bad day, we're in the car for a total of 2h, 20m. It's wrong.

SO, we have decided that we have to move closer to our jobs. It was a hard and sucky decision at first because we've only been in our house for 2 years and we put SO MUCH sweat and bread into the place already to make it ours. And now SOME OTHER PERSON is going to get to cook in my kitchen. However, we've been looking at townhomes in the area we've decided we're going to live (we'll only spend 20 minutes each way commuting to work... we're going to gain at least 8 hours a week) and we've found some very cool mid-century modern designs... very Brady bunch. We're putting our house in the market in 2 weeks.

Now I gotta pack.