Falling Apart
As I mentioned in my post earlier this month, Arnon and I moved in with his parents after we discovered the giant spider in the house. It was really nice to sleep in a clean and warm room after camping out for so many weeks in our own house.
My in-laws were very kind to us and did their best to make us feel at home, but after about a week, we had to move out. It's always been hard for us to host over-night guests, but it's even harder for us to sleep in someone else's house.
Ultimately, Arnon and I require a lot of space to function sanely and though the house is large and people rarely there, we felt like we were suffocating.
So we checked into a motel and have been there for more than two weeks. Actually, there have been few rooms available in the Silicon Valley hotels and motels, so we've been staying at a new place every one to three days.
It's been really hard having all of our stuff distributed in multiple locations, using the backseat of my car as clothing and laundry storage, and basically living like nomads.
Late last week, I went to work and discovered that I was wearing one black sock and one white sock. Oh, the insanity!
Did I get dressed in the dark? No. Do I even own white socks? No. But we have been doing laundry at a local laundromat so I must have accidentally stolen someone else's sock.
*sigh* ... I have been reduced to a sock-stealing nomad.





























































































