Monday, April 08, 2013

Blogalicious

Hello again, blog! I've been hiding out for a few weeks because I didn't have time to do much and I wanted to be private. So, here was the scenario. We moved to a new state a few months ago, renting, and then decided to buy the house next door to our rental. We closed on it, our possessions and my brain straddling two lots. I was stretched a bit thin. People came to help us move. A lot of people had told us that a short move would be the hardest we'd ever attempt. I couldn't see how that would be true. I still really don't, but no move is ever easy. I think the hardest thing was the assumption that it would be easy, though. When you move, you always have to adjust and figure out the best arrangement, not to mention actually finding the stuff that is in boxes, and not to mention that our stuff had been boxed up six months ago so I was still discovering where some of it was. Do I sound like I'm whining? That's not the direction I'm trying to go here. Stay with me! Okay, so I love, Love, LOVE my new house. That goes a long way toward establishing calm. It has so much natural light. To borrow a phase from Elizabeth Bennet, it is by no means lacking in windows (but we are by no means as pretentious as Lady Catherine (who is?)). However, the big push to get everything in to the new house happened three days before my husband left for training for three weeks. So, me in bright new house I love, disorganized somewhat, on my own with two preschoolers. And on to the subject of help. First I have to mention the great help I got. Several friends volunteered to come help us, and came through big time. Not to mention my fabulous family, who came in shifts to help us out. Stairs - did I mention stairs? Let's say that people got a workout (and I got sore). During the time that my husband was gone, we had two helpful visits from family, and one helpful visit to family. We are separated by hours of driving, so it requires some planning and a big effort. I think I'm gonna need to break up this post into more than one chunk. I have a little bit more story to tell and want to write some "take aways" from this brief but intense season. I leave you with these photos from my daughter's recent installation, "My New Hobby."