We’ve exceeded our benchmark to move out of hotels. We kept our room for 5 weeks and left bc of a combination of factors, not because the room went bad. The town we were staying is goes above tolerance when there are storms and we ended up going to the city yesterday to check out some hotels and rentals to escape the badness that had rendered Wesley’s brain a frustratingly low functional state. The functional medicine practitioner who uses the conference room had all of her slammer patients wrecking the lobby yesterday and my gut feel is she’d be there today too. I was spot on with that bc they were there bright and early ruining the lobby this morning. I asked Wesley yesterday what his backup plan was for today if this happened, and he didn’t have one. With storms coming in Tuesday-Thursday, we decided to move a bit earlier than we had to. Our hotel was sold out due to the hog show and we were going to have to leave those days anyways so we decided to leave for two weeks to better explore some other areas and check more rentals for our transition back into traditional housing.
We drove home last night (I love how home truly becomes a place you sleep after being a nomad for a year) from city in a very active lightning show, pouring rain, hail, greenish skies until it got so dark it was just black apart from the lightning in a tornado warning based on a tornado that touched down nearby. Wesley’s inclination was to stop and mine was keep going. We moved slowly along and got back to the hotel safely. Chickasha tends to get hit by lots of tornadoes and we were right near there when the phones started going nuts last night. I’m in a holistic moms of OK FB group and other women from Iowa who are newer to OK were posting that they were not feeling ok about the storms last night either. I was fine once we got off the road, but for anyone who understands the extreme storm phobia I had as a kid/teen, you’d be proud of me last night. I prayed lots, but stayed pretty calm for me. I guess those traumatic moments when you’re really little, are camping when a tornado pops up, and have a parent pinning you into a creek bed to protect you leave a huge impression even when that experience minus the glass of milk at grandma’s house afterwards are fully blocked from your memory. My mom is quite sure that’s where my storm phobia originated and watching Twister did not help! My old dog, Prince, and I were storm buddies. The difference is he became more neurotic in storms with age and I slowly became ok with them.
We’re driving to our new location now. It’ll be interesting to see what we figure out the next two weeks. It could change quite a few things, but I’m excited for the next steps.