I try to be pretty up beat and zen about most everything but this move has just kicked my butt.
Wednesday morning I totally melted down. Poor JR got a weepy call from me that pretty much ran the gamut from: "I'm never going to find a place for us to live" to "I don't want to move out of the expensive but wonderful suite hotel to some thing half the price that doesn't have cool flat screen TVs and a wine and cheese social". This phone call included a bunch of blubbering, a bit of weeping, and just a little sniveling.
Let's break this down into manageable rants:
House hunting: God, I hate looking for houses by myself. I'm not looking for much; 3 bedrooms, a couple of baths and a place that will take my pets. Two dogs and one cat.
Cat = no problem,
Dog under 40 pounds (so he's not quite under 40 lbs but he would prefer that we not talk about his weight. I understand) = no problem,
big ass 1 year old puppy = big problem. When a dog is over 60 pounds but under a 100 landlords immediately jump to the conclusion that they are vicious pitbulls. Our Nessa is a doopy, loving, fairly well behaved Goldendoodle. She doesn't chew, bite, or crap in the house. She jumps, licks, and has an annoying ball retrieving habit but only with me.
After seeing 4 or 5 places I did come up with a house that I'm pretty happy with. So a day that started out sucking big time turned out okay.
Grocery Stores: I've been scouting grocery stores because ( all together now) Michele's cheap. According to the CNN cost of living calculator groceries should cost 17% less in Houston than Phoenix. This excited me in a way that is probably against the law in many southern counties. I'm pretty sure CNN is lying to me. I haven't find the groceries any less but time and figuring out where the hell everything is will tell.
So far this is what I've got:
Houston store = Phoenix equivalent
Randels = Safeway
Kroger = Fry's
H.E.B = ??? I've got nothing. It is sort of like Fry's
Spec, Wine, Spirits and Fine Foods = my new love. It is an uber liquor store. There was a nice young man working there that lead me to a wonderful little Pinot Noir. With the purchase of a bottle opener, wine glass, and that lovely little wine. Ahhhhh........meltdown over.
Here's hoping that there are no meltdowns in your future.