Jessie’s here.  I don’t feel quite comfortable saying “home” yet, but he is.  He’s been tired, and grumpy, and stressed, and anxious about starting a new job.  He’s not been all the pleasant to be honest.  But I get why he’s being like this and I understand completely.  My leg of this pain in the ass trip is basically over and now I do nothing but sit and wait.  Jessie’s part in this is MUCH more difficult.

He gets to have a 3 hour commute to work every day and then a 3 hour commute back home every day.  Isn’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?  I feel so bad for the guy over this.  And not two seconds ago we realized that money got stretched tighter than we had anticipated during this move and we’re both freaking out over paying for gas and train passes and toll passes (yes, he has to go through toll roads).  So yeah, he’s not being all that pleasant.

Still, I’m glad to be here.  I’m glad to be out of that alien place in which I could never become comfortable.  Here there are more possibilities for us.  More opportunities.  Hopefully after 4-6 months of poor Jessie killing himself in the worst commute ever, we’ll have saved enough to buy a house closer to Philadelphia.  Hopefully this whole being closer to family thing will be as great as we’ve anticipated.  Hopefully we can have the kind of life that we’ve always wanted out here.

Doesn’t matter, really.  I’m not fucking moving again.  Not a big move, anyhow.  NO WAY.