Living in Houston has been nothing like I imagined it would be, way back when I first realized that I would inevitably be moving here. The last two and half years have been pleasant, relaxing (in between life curve-balls which were not Houston-specific), and a nice time of both connecting and re-connecting with friends. Getting set up was fast and hassle-free compared to past locations. It turns out that extricating ourselves is the tricky part.
We are in the process of selling our house, which is a pain in the patoot, as I always suspected doing such a thing would be. The trouble is mostly due to managing baby paraphernalia and a baby schedule in the face of unpredictable periods of exile, and the fact that our first offer fell through, slowing down the process of finding the correct buyers. Since the first offer came within days of listing the property, we were faced with wrapping up our life in Houston in a few short weeks, a prospect which left me feeling sad and slightly frazzled.