Well hellooooooooo there! It’s been awhile…too long. I have to admit, I’ve enjoyed the “down time” that having a shop on vacation and a quiet blog provides. Only kidding. We moved. There has been zero down time. Who am I kidding?! If you’re looking for a “How to Move with Toddlers” post, I don’t know if you’ll ever find it. But, if you did, it would be one sentence long and that sentence would read – “Don’t move with toddlers ever, ever, ever, ever.” If you really have to, well God bless ya heart. You cray.
But let’s move on since the thoughts of moving still sting just a tad. I’m sitting here in our unpacked rental (tour coming soon!), pretending like we’re settled in, and it’s all great, grand, and wonderful. No really, it is. It’s not so bad having half of your belongings boxed up in one mountainous pile in what could be your dining room. I’ve really been wanting to live more simply and with less stuff and being forced to do it via a temporary rental is just what I needed, what we needed. Maybe half of that stuff will just be donated when we realize we didn’t need it later down the road…and maybe not since most of it is home decor stuff and we all know how I feel about that kind of stuff. ;)
Anyway, I popped in today to talk about *dun dun dun* the house that got away. It’s not even worth tippity-typing out the novel that it would be to tell you all about the gray house and the saga that went along with it so I’ll try the nutshell route and we’ll see how it goes.