There's No Place Like Home

I guess that could be taken in two ways, one of them being there's no place like your literal home, with your own bed, your own shower, and your own closet with all of your clothes. On the other hand, there is also no place like the place you spent your first [almost] 23 years of life, which, if you're just now joining us, is Tennessee for me.

But we are back now, and we are happy. September was a mega-busy month, and although we loved visiting with our family and friends, we are glad to know that we can get settled back into our apartment for a few months.

. . . However, it has taken us a couple of days longer to get settled since one of us forgot to pay the water bill, so that long awaited bath I was so greatly desiring the whole seven hour drive back to Florida on Saturday was delayed until this morning. Never again will I take indoor plumbing and the right to use my toilet and flush my toilet at any point throughout the day for granted.

Needless to say, the inability to wash the dishes and to the laundry had our apartment at it's messiest state ever. But alas, once the water came on, showers were taken, I went grocery shopping, loaded the dishes in the dishwasher, and am currently waiting on John's clothes to finish washing. Then I'll wash my clothes, fold and put away both loads, and then get started on dinner. . .

Speaking of dinner, I have missed cooking!!! Between my family being here earlier this month, our trip to Atlanta, and the week we were in Tennessee, we spent a lot of time eating out. I think there were only four nights between all three trips we ate in (and I cooked something small the nights we were between visits).

Tonight I'm keeping it simple-- just spaghetti with meat sauce and buttered French bread on the side. Tomorrow for dinner, I'm making these lime chicken tacos (thanks Terra!), and Thursday night I'll probably cook tortilla lasagna. I also plan on making chicken salad and having it for lunch throughout the rest of the week. Mmm, yummy.