Home again, home again

One year ago today, I took this selfie: This is the story of how I got here. We moved separately, kinda. On Monday, July 14th of last year, the packers showed up at 209 West Drew back in Houston. Erin was super uncomfortable watching them paw through our things, though, and we still needed to get (a) a car being delivered to some friends and (b) our cats to North Carolina, so Erin and our best friend Eric left that morning on a two-day trek to Durham. The packers arrived and did their thing, and were largely done by the end of the day. Tuesday the 15th was empty; I ran errands. Wednesday, the actual packers came and loaded all our worldly goods into a giant truck — a process that still gives me the heebie jeebies, since (as with all cross country moves) our things would be on a truck with someone ELSE’s things, and there’d be stops between Houston and Durham. That night, I went down to Tiny Champion’s for my last Houston dinner, and the incomperable Justin V comped my meal as a…