Some of you may know by now that I’ve recently moved about 1300 miles across the country. That’s halfway in case any of you didn’t know. From the Oregon Coast to North Dakota. Quite the move. Quite the change.
So far the Dakotas have been nothing far from freezing hell. Inside is nice and toasty. Stepping outside, though you could easily lose a foot to the negative temps. Okay, maybe not really but you certainly can’t wear flip flops out there. I do really like it here so far, though. The people are friendly, lots of people are new to the area, and the few people I’ve met who’ve been here their whole lives have lots of funny stories to tell about the city from before it was the next best place to live thanks to the oil boom.
Packing and unpacking are definitely my least favorite parts of moving. First, you have to organize stuff and put things in like boxes. At least… that’s the theory. Then, you load it. THEN you drive to your new home. And even THEN you still have to unpack and reorganize your theoretically organized boxes.
Friday I unpacked my new office to get orders going and to start filling everything and hopefully get to some more artwork since I don’t have to work full time anymore. I wasn’t able to find my stylus. I shrugged that off, though since I had a ton of other boxes in my bedroom that I still hadn’t rifled through.
By the end of Saturday, I began to panic a little more. A stylus is a little pen that goes with my drawing tablet to do digital art. To do artwork, you must have this pen. If you do not have this pen, a replacement could easily cost you eighty dollars plus tax plus shipping plus… well… not sure what else but it would not be fun.
Instead of freaking out, though like I often times tend to do I text messaged my old room mate in Oregon to see if I had indeed left it behind three states away.
And then he proceeded to send me pictures of the thing in various locations of the house. To start, AHA! Yes I found it. Then his cat with it. Then a random RC car running it over… then in the microwave… then with a soldering iron that could mean only one thing…. BURN BABY BURN.
The last photograph I have received so far is of my stylus getting ready to be cut in half with a saw.
Not sure if I’ll see the thing ever again. Guess we’ll find out… Until then, commissions are currently closed.
Rachel is the owner of HGSS and Geckos on the Beach. She has a big love for all things reptile and amphibian.