We made it to Vermont… Jamaica, Vermont. Really, the only Jamaica I’d ever be interested in visiting. Luscious, tropical oases were never my thing. This part of the trip was the hardest to schedule. Even now, I don’t have a permanent home, but this will give us the ability to get a local Vermont address to get mail. Yay, mail!

My realtor is frantically searching for a home to close on before The Child’s 18th birthday (August 31). At 18, I have to qualify for the USDA Loan all over again with different income thresholds and such. No one wants to fuss with that racket.