Ok so it was the “final move” today. Meaning a car with the bras I forgot to pack, jewelry I will never wear here, my His & Her mugs, the dog leashes (because I have dogs who would run as far into the 22 acres as they could and become a coyote’s afternoon snack). I want to believe their love is unconditional but I am sure if they could bolt for another mom they would.

The drive up with my assistant and my “wife” – Kevin* was already off to a great start with 3 doxie’s who have really never been in a car. Between the howling, wriggling and jumping from lap to lap – it was like whack a mole for 2 hours.

We are only 1.5 hours from NYC but I swear that drive felt like we were going to Ohio on surface streets.

Finally we arrived at the house and the dogs ran to the grass like they were tripping on LSD. From the rolling around, smelling everything, the peeing on everything finally sitting staring into the distant. Yes kids we are home, get used to it.

I learnt that my city princes and princess are not a fan of the bad, evil, cold tile kitchen floor. They are not a fan of a water bowl on the porch that they are sharing with bees and weird looking caterpillars.

So here I am on my first night. The dogs are out cold – snoring (from their emotional day) in my bed. It’s so quiet I can hear the frogs and crickets and a few cows mooing in the background.

Thank God for Kevin. He is staying with me for 4 days because I am a child and I am convinced I will be a victim of Children of the Corn.

*Kevin is not his real name. I have decided to keep him anonymous so he can forgo the life of a famous assistant to a lunatic boss.