After 36 hours of driving in the last 48 hours, my husband and I have arrived at "The City."
Yes, I'm home. Sweet sweet home.
With the postage stamp trunk of my little car, each item packed had to be carefully considered. "Do we really need to bring shampoo? Nah, my family will have that." "Do we really need to bring shaving cream? Nah, they've got that too." "Do we really need to bring our toothbrushes? Alright, alright."
A non-negotiable was my KitchenAid mixer, so I could really cook for my family. Mixer? Check. Pasta attachments? Check. Bowl? Check.
Somewhere between the Pacific, Mountain, and Central time zones, "paddle and dough hook?" No check.
Well, I'm glad we packed those toothbrushes.