Day Two Hundred and Eighty-Six

The NoMADs

If I'm going to be honest, then it would be fair for me to say that today stunk. Like bad. Really bad. In more ways than one. When you spend seven hours with a realtor without much more than an ounce of progress, frustration gets the better part of you. Especially when you're still tired and grumpy from the day before. Alejandra and I spent the entire afternoon looking at way too many properties, both online and in person, and still, as of now, have no idea what either of us are going to do about our living situations for the rest of the season. This was one of the properties that we visited. Well, it would be more accurate to say that it was one of the properties she visited. I wasn't allowed to go on the tour because I didn't have my ID with me. And so, I sat on the couch, eating gold fish and pretzels, reading a magazine that I really had no interest in. Perfect...Oh, and while sitting on that couch, I got a phone call from Charleston. Turns out, I left a jewelry box filled with my most precious gems in the hotel room during the All-Star game. Just great, Kendall. Ugh. Between my mild panic session and too much built up frustration and tiredness, our next stop did absolutely nothing but to make my day worse. We entered into a one bedroom unit and the stench of who-knows-what smacked us all square in the face. Instant headache. Upon further inspection, we came across a bottled up dead snake who's killer doesn't understand the necessity of proper jarring preservation. It was so over-the-top and exactly how I did not want to end my day. Ughhhhhh. 

This is what my day felt like. And looked like too. Oh come on!

Following tonight, we have one more night in the hotel before the Marlins no longer pay for our stay. That wouldn't be so bad IF ADAM DIDN'T HAVE AN AWAY SERIES STARTING TOMORROW. We have until noon to find a place to live before he has to go to work for four days in a city three hours away. The U-Haul is due back on Sunday. I have no idea where any of my stuff is, what I'm supposed to do, or how to make this process any smoother. Pray for my sanity, please. And for Adam's head. Because I might bite it off tomorrow. Hhahahaha. I'm kidding, I'm kidding.