…our life on the left coast. we are officially sans house. i am wrapping up my last day at work where the denizens of the fine county i no longer officially live in remain sans pants.

i’m a moving target these days habitation-wise which has made doordashing food challenging. so far i’ve had food sent to work and to the residents of my old house because i lack the menial skills involved in switching location on the doordash app.

when i’m not sending habit burgers and tacos to strangers who bought my house i’ve been counting down the days to departure which has already been put off a day to accommodate signing for our new house in florida that we bought sight unseen because 2020 is the year ben and steph toy with their tolerance for uncertainty.

my coworkers have been wonderfully supportive. seems like i can’t turn around without a coworker on the verge of tears hugging me goodbye. they keep giving me gift cards and hugs. they put together a taco bar for my goodbye party today. it’s a little like being paid in cash and tacos to leave.