The Three Martians Have Landed

After an enormous task of loading up all of our stuff from the house, we had the equally enormous task of whittling down our belongings to fit into a Miami apartment. Downsizing is never easy.

Because of schooling, I was in Hawaii doing a clinical rotation while several friends and Jaime did the hardest part of finishing off home "A" and establishing home "B" 2,600 miles apart from each other. Jaime and Huckleberry flew to Miami while David and Chrystee made the long haul across the country. Jaime had already been there a month before I finally caught up to him to see our house for the first time.

We were actually living in a temporary place until we found an apartment we could enjoy for a year. Then we moved again (home "C"), this time only a few miles apart, which was a little easier, but it didn't remove the chore of lifting everything all over again.

What was funny is someone tried to sell us a contract that said, "One bedroom, one bathroom." We asked for a video and we counted extra doorknobs. The tenant then confessed that the other room belonged to his roommate. "Don't worry, he's never there anyway." Oh. Well, I sort of don't want to feel obliged to feed him if we're cooking and eating something in front of him. That would just make me feel bad. We were glad we didn't sign anything until after we got there and could sniff out the apartments ourselves.

The apartment we did end up with was FABULOUS! Small, but leisurely nonetheless.