Well, we're back. Back in Tulsa. It is quite possible that I threw myself a very grand pity party on the drive home from the airport, through the dry, brown, waterless landscape, past the furniture stores and collision repair shops, wondering, wondering.
But when I got into my house, I felt a bit better; I do love my house. While Tulsa will never be home, whatever house I live in - where PVT and my children are - is of course home. And with six healthy kids, PVT, medical insurance, and no sales tax liability on Nordstrom shipments made to Oklahoma, what can I really complain about?
Now I could bore you with more pictures from the Northwest, but my computer tells me my iPhone is not up to the task.
Like my phone, I'm not sure I'm up to all my tasks. I know I will get my mojo back here - I have to. But universe, be kind to me for a little while.
And Nordstrom, please
send me your darn emails! You people are my lifeline!
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