They say moving is like taking the fuzzy part off the end of a Q-tip and jamming the stick in your eyeball.
Did I say “they say“?
I meant, “I say“.
There have been some perks. I’ve eaten a lot of “non-Holley approved foods” and I have no guilt. I’m unpacking. I have no time for guilt. The kiddos are loving life with Grandma and Papa just around the corner. And don’t forget Unk C. That guy is a rock star these days.
And while family was the #1 reason we moved, a new/bigger house definitely made the top 10…
Front and back
And sometimes, when I’m super overwhelmed, I just go and look at this cabinet:
It’s oddly soothing…
We’re still working on other parts, but my favorite feature?
Coming from a townhouse in Portland with a “shared” scrap of lawn full of dog poo and cigarette butts, I love, LOVE that my babies have cows to watch over the back fence!
Even better? This is the tree that Matty B and I had our wedding photos taken in front of. Pardon me while I tear up a little…:)
The tissue is still packed, but I think I have the fuzzy tips to some Q-tips around here…