I'm back in Upstate NY only a day later than planned. I got to spend Saturday night in Atlanta. We're here now though. Now I get to start looking for a house. But not a house that costs money, and not a house that's more than a few years old, and not one that's more than 30 minutes from where my husband will be working.
Fun

I like travel, but I really don't like airports. I especially don't like airports if I'm flying with my kids. My father-in-law flew with me so that was a big help but it still was a long trip. And everyone on the plane was coughing. I'm starting to think people do it to mess with me. They wait until there's news of a big flu outbreak and they all start coughing just to freak me out. (Not really, I'm not that paranoid. I'm sure they weren't faking. They probably just really had swine flu.)

We're here now though. We're home. Ish.