Don’t worry, I told Bly as she eyed clouds. We’ll be able to get the truck unloaded with no hassles. It doesn’t rain in Tucson in June. Ever.
Apparently–I lied. Damn. The weather man (who did not email me last night, and you can’t tell me he didn’t see it coming) called it the “Too Soon Monsoon.” Fortunately it only rained for ten minutes, and we hadn’t started unloading yet. So it just cooled things off (and really stressed Bly out) and made some puddles for Hope to play in while we offloaded a ton o’stuff into a storage unit. There’s no way my used-to-seem-large apartment could hold all Bly’s stuff.
Neither could the storage unit. Sigh. There’s still stuff on the truck, and her dad is coming with her car and a U-Haul trailer-ful of more. Bly tells me her best friend drove her nuts back in Ohio, Carrie kept telling her she had more crap in two rooms than Carrie had in her whole house.
I believe it. Not that I’m complaining. When we finally get unpacked–wow. I’m going to feel like I’m living in a luxury hotel. Towels that match each other and the rest of the bathroom, end tables and coffee tables that look like each other, a CD collection I can’t wait to wander through, anime and more anime DVDs, an honest-to-God stereo with speakers that aren’t part of the body, a TV twice the size of mine…
And the really great thing? Bly and I get along like…like nothing I’ve ever seen before. We drove 2000+ miles in three days and never even got irritated with each other, let alone wanted to get violent. We melded into a team with astonishing ease, and it’s continued now we’re home.
Thomas is still worried I jumped way too fast. He’ll just have to figure it out, I can’t make him comprehend how good a thing this is.