A journey of 1,000 miles...

...usually begins with over-packing my bags.

This journey, however, does not (yet) require packing.
Well, that's actually not true. Dammit! I'm lying already.

OK, I need to back up a bit.

Here's the deal: I'm going to adopt a child.

(Which, by the way, is not easy. Note that, if I wanted to just pop one out, there would be no forms to fill out, no agencies to pay, no notaries, no nuthin'. But, that is not really an option, so instead of home-cooking, I'm getting take-out. And, *man* it is quite the procedure.)

For now, I'm focused on the very early stages of this whole Grand Plan.

In fact, for the detail-oriented among you, I am currently at stage 4 of my Grand Plan, to wit:

1. decide to adopt. (check)

2. quit low-paying, no-benefits, pseudo-job at winery. (check)

3. get a real job. ("real" = actual salary, benefits, career growth) (check)

4. put house up for sale (in process)

5. sell house for big bucks

6. find a new house that is
(A) in good school district,
(B) close to new job, and
(C) not a bajillion dollars

As you can see, stage 5 is fantasy-land, and stage 6 is terrifying and probably impossible, so I am dealing with them by choosing not to think about them at this point.

I'm currently staging my house so it can be all purty when it gets listed. Thus, the packing.

Check back often, leave me comments, gimme love.

xoxoxo