The Move

    It's been a month now since our big move, and I feel that I should fill you in on what has happened.  We are coming from the tiny town of Dayton, TX forty miles northeast of Houston.  Dayton (7,700 ppl) is slightly smaller than the town we are from.  As in, it doesn't have a Super Wal-Mart or an Applebee's; however, it is closer to a big city.  Of course, Dayton has its true Texas culture with trucks populating the roads, boots on the majority of feet, and words like "y'all" and "reckon" added to the vocabulary.
    I made myself right at home in our 2200 sq. ft. house with goats at the subdivision entrance and cows across the street.  By day, I was a criminalist at Houston Police Department Crime Lab downtown, and by night, I was a vigilante clearing the streets of rif raf....just kidding, please don't call me Dexter...By night, I was teaching little ballerinas dance.  I had it all!  That is until I chose a different road for my life.
    My high school sweetheart, PDub (as he will henceforth be called...I was going to go with PPants, but he would have killed me!), was given the option to transfer to the Washington D.C.-based offices.  I must clarify, Washington D.C. the capitol of the US, not Washington state as in the Twilight movie.  Seriously, we were constantly correcting people!  Anyway, we jumped at the opportunity.
    After downsizing, selling our house, and packing up, we drove the 1,365 miles to our new home.  So here we are in our 715 sq. ft. apartment two blocks from the metro and half a block from good Chinese food.  We may have left a huge house, chicken fried steak, and my job, but this move, I'm trying to convince myself, is for the better.  Oh, how I could use a big Texas potato right about now....

Our home in Texas

Our new home in Virginia