Home is where you put your house keys

Hey, look! It's Charleston Harbor!

We're back in Memphis and I head to work this morning to serve out the rest of a three-day sentence. I'm kidding; I really do love my job. But it seems short weeks drag on longer than they should, probably because no one's head is in the game. But anyway, it's back to work I go.

I have new photos in my Friends gallery and have created a new folder of Charleston pics. I spared all the pictures of an empty apartment, but I did include some picturesque photos from the complex's two piers onto Shem Creek.

Visiting Charleston was surreal at first because moving is still a nebulous concept. But having put a deposit on an apartment now, coming back to Memphis is a little surreal as well. It almost feels like we have a home in each city now, but all of our friends and family and things are still in Memphis.

But as far as places go, I couldn't be much closer to home than in Charleston. I mean, it's 11 hours away, so obviously it's not close to home, but Charlestonians are so similar to Memphians that the two places really seem made for each other. Everyone we met was friendly and laid back. They talk slowly and move slowly. The leasing agent at our complex said the 8 a.m. rush hour is smaller than th 9 a.m. rush hour, which doesn't surprise me. Obviously, the two areas differ in more ways than I care to list in a blog post, but my point is that the people I met made me feel right at home.

I know I'm going to waffle about it, but as of this moment -- 7:15 a.m. Wednesday -- I like Charleston. The idea of moving is a totally different beast.

Paul visits the neurosurgeon Thursday to check on his back ... well, I guess the problem is really his leg, which is all tingly. Here's hoping they can get to the root of the pinched nerve so he can start a course of treatment, finish his dissertation, pack everything in the house, and move.

Okay, I had more to say, but it's time for me to get ready for work. I'll be back later. Have a good day! ^_^