I was right to have been nervous about coming back. I mean, I found a mouse nest in my printer last year, remember? And alligator lizards in the sink and outhouse. I knew what we were coming home to.
But what I didn’t count on – at all – was Moxie’s reaction.
When we turned the truck into 4×4 gear and started up the winding, rough road uphill towards home, Moxie started to become very excited, bouncing in her car seat, saying, “Me! House!”
Me! House! Me! House! Me! House! Me House!
My heart got all warm and glowy-like, that busta-move feeling of joy so thick you could slice it with a butter knife.
I mean, Micah? I expected his excitement. Moxie? I hadn’t thought at all about how excited she might be, would be. And it was the coolest thing, seeing her rise to her own personal Cloud Nine at being back.
While everything has to be done, nothing is horrific, thanks to Mikey’s week of cleaning. It’s just bad. Like, there are no actual dead mouse bodies all over the place; it’s just mounds of mouse poop.
But there is a ton of stuff to sort out, put away. Cleaning is monumental, I’m talking HOLY COW, Mon-U-ment-AL.
The washing machine is on the fritz and the fridge that we used to use runs off a different solar power system that is a different voltage than our new system (which is AMAZING, by the way). The new fridge has arrived already – but it needs to be unpacked, hooked up and put away.
It’s a lot of work but THANKFULLY, my boots are doing a great job of holding my broken foot in place so I can limp around pretty well. High 5 to Lowa – they might be ugly boots, but I’ll be damned if they aren’t the best around.
And meanwhile, it’s exactly as I thought it might be: the beauty is enough to take my breath away and does a fine job of distracting me from anything that’s not completely pleasant.
I love this place.