When the Otts "relocated"

Ok, in the summer of 2009, my dad told us that we were all gonna move to Houston. So for about 3 weeks, we were all preparing for our move.I was constantly reminding myself not to panic. Just kidding. :) Anyway, we packed for about 3 weeks and did some much needed cleaning. Every one was sad when we had to give Madison, one of our dogs, away. We kept our other dog, Nyute.

Anyway, my room was slowly becoming a storage unit; the game room was empty (we had gotten rid of our phoose ball and air hockey table); and the garage was becoming hard to access. I had to tell my friends I was moving, that was hard. Eventually, the big day came. The boys and I ended up sleeping on the floor the night before, and boy were we T-I-A-R-D. You know what that spells; zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Well Nyute was an exited wreck and I was still half asleep. Dad got to drive the big truck, ofcorse. I stayed with mom and the dog in the small car most of the time. When we got to the house, I found out that it was defiantly smaller than the old house, but it was a pretty good size.

After about a month, we had friends at church, I had friends at my new high school, and Dad had volunteered at the fire station. We learned pretty quickly the concept of 'adapt or die.' Of course I miss Dallas, but I have learned to like Houston. Despite the murderous humidity, I like it here. People all over Houston will soon know the Ott effect.