Homeless. Now Let the Adventures Begin!

Well, we're more than 7 weeks (or 49 days, or 1,176 hours) out and it has been a true blur! Walked out of the office on my last day and haven't looked back. It was toxic to say the least, and while I thought I would miss it, I can honestly say that it was the best decision ever! I will miss certain people, but that's about it.
The very next morning I was on a plane to Tulum, Mexico to meet our first grandchild- our granddaughter Mia. So excited! Was it love at first sight? No. But within 48 hours, she found her way into my heart ❤️. I spent the next 2 1/2 weeks changing diapers, burping, and cuddling her in my arms. It was not easy to say goodbye, but knowing we would be back soon made the farewell a bit easier. At the airport waiting to return home I learned from my husband, Nathan, that we had multiple offers on our home! Wow, this is really happening! The next 6 weeks consisted of packing, purging, and more packing. We were also dislocating our youngest son (he had moved back home 6 months prior), so we were concurrently helping him find a new home. To say this was a stressful time was an understatement. I think we were all ready to kill each other! We were also under pressure to be out of the house by the end of the month, and our son still hadn't closed on his new condo, and didn't look like it was going to happen for several weeks more, causing great uncertainty. We finally found a self-storage facility near our home and signed up for two units- one long-term for our life-belongings over the next year (what ever we didn't sell or give to our son) and a short-term unit until he could move into his new condo.
So, with our belongings safely stowed, we moved into a local hotel for the next 3 days to say some final farewells, finalize our personal affairs, and decompress. We left bright and early on Sunday morning of Labor Day weekend to our first pit stop of Cincinnati, Ohio to visit with my sister and her husband. Some lovely dinners, a day at the Cincinnati Zoo to meet the baby hippo, Fiona, and attend a lovely lecture and display she had organized on "Besa"- Muslim Albanians who rescued Jews during the Holocaust. I had never heard about this story and was really moved.

On the road again, with an overnight stay in Kansas City (not without trying famous "KC Joes BBQ"). A bit heavy for my liking and probably not particularly healthy, but a tasty experience! Another day on the road again, now on to Denver to spend time with another one of our sons (we have three). But there was Kansas to get through first. It was long, flat, and boring (my apologies to the residents of Kansas). Some of the interchanges off I-70 were just dirt roads. Toto, I don't think we are in New Jersey anymore!
And that brings us to the present- safe and sound one mile high in Denver. Yesterday we drove to Estes Park and hiked several hours in Rocky Mountain National Park. First time seeing wildlife not in a cage. Elevation took its toll on me climbing what should have been a moderate climb. I kept waiting for someone to turn on the oxygen!! In the meantime, booked our one-way tickets to Mexico for next week and are relaxing and planning to enjoy some of the sites in the Denver area.