My posting for the next week will be pretty sporadic. We are moving…again. In the 13 years we have been married we have lived in 7 different places. Will we ever learn?
We weren’t really planning on moving, but when things happened and opportunities were placed before us we knew it was time to move.
The best (or worst) part of this move?
This is where we live now:
and this is going to be our new home:
Yeah, the last 2 pictures were taken from the same spot. We are moving 2 doors down.
The sidewalk between these 2 houses have been worn down with kids back and forth playing together.
It is a beautiful house and we feel very fortunate to make it our home.
We will dearly miss our friends that used to live there.
And are very grateful for their friendship. It has been a very emotional week as I have watched them pack up their things to move and a little strange knowing that as soon as they were gone we were going to start moving in.
We did wait until the day after they left to move a few things in and put our mark on our new home.
And I am not looking forward to the next week of packing. Can I just burn it all and start all over?