Still on my kindle. I keep waiting till we get our computer set up, so I can use a real keyboard. But it's somewhere between Chattanooga TN and Billings MT. And even if it were here, it's not like there's room to put it in this motel room.
See, that's where we live right now. A shabby, decor straight from the 70s, brown shag carpet, hard mattress and pancake pillows motel room. With a dorm fridge and a microwave.
When I tell a local where we're staying, I get a look. And some say something along the lines of "at least it's not the __, there are drugs there." And I quickly explain that this place has new owners, it's clean, sort of, and the weekly rate here is less than two nights at the nice place in town.
We went two weeks between jobs. Drove over 4000 miles between the two vehicles. Left behind the majority of our furniture and stuff. McDonalds has become a second home and is now the definition of real food. This is us. We're not rich. Not in material things.
But this is what we chose. We wanted to drive into town together. To have our first visit to church as a family. And the housing market out here is such that we have two pack and plays, a high chair, a booster seat, and a child's rocking chair in a run down motel room and call it home.
The good news is, this shabby little room makes that basement apartment look like a gorgeous mansion. Hoping to get a lease for that new home today.