Where are you moving to, and where are you moving from? I don’t understand why you do not just live with your husband? I am concerned about you. My husband is a doctor, and has a book published, also.
Well, Anne, while 'tis true that Babe has his Medical Degree he is actually a consultant with a white shoe firm which requires tons of travel. I promise, we do live together although, he is gone for most of the week. When I refer to his hotel du jour as his "home", it's done tongue in cheek. Sooo, in a nutshell for all those confused...
Displaced from our G'town condo suddenly last fall cuz landlord needed to move in.
Threw all belongings into a storage unit and headed to sisters beach house rental since Babe was working abroad for 4 months and not available to orchestrate finding us new real estate.
We didn't look for a new place in the city after Babe's return cuz he was seriously considering a professional move to Paris.
Babe pulls plug on move to Paris suspiciously soon after I announce plans to make Hermes my signature brand once landing in France.
As spring looms on the horizon I dig in heels not wanting to leave the beach this close to my season.
Sister decides to move outta rental so we our pack hobo sticks and kerchiefs and head back to the city to regroup.
Turns out "regrouping" involves Pips and me double teaming Babe and convincing him we should take over beach house lease.
So, an official, if short lived, move into the beach house, including all belongings from storage, is set for September 1. And, even though Maxminimus likes to tease me about the verticals, ya can't beat the million dollar view. Athough, I must admit, the thought of an ADG/Allie von SummersVerb Reality Show in the city was tempting...
Kindness of Anne for bringing to my attention the fact that some readers may have just come on board and are slightly confused about why we live like hobos. Home is where the heart is Anne. The heart and close proximity to the beach...XXOO