Well, it's about as official as anything ever is in our life, we're moving. It has been almost 8 years since we bought our current house, so the idea of packing it up and leaving fills me with more dread, anxiety and excitement than any move previous. I am a bundle of freaked-out energy right now!
Lest I jinx myself, I won't say too much about the place that we have our eye on, except to say that it has 3.5 acres (that's 14 times more property than we have now), and that it is just up the road a piece. Oh, what the heck here's a pic of our hopefully house-
Isn't it cute? :)
Even loving the hopefully-new-place as much as I do. I'm going to have a really hard time giving up our house. It is a gorgeous old 1920's craftsman on a double lot in one of the best neighborhoods in the state capitol. It's is exactly what we wanted at the time that we bought it, a farm house in the city. We made wonderful friends with our neighbors, our family grew here, Scarlet was born here. I love every creaky floorboard and wonky-old door. If I could pick this place up and move it to a 5-acre piece of farmland, I'd do it in a heartbeat. In fact, that's been Scarlet's plan all along. She wants to fill the house with balloons (Up style) and float it down the road to a plot of land with orchards and horses and rose gardens all ready to go. If only...
So anyway, if you see a little less of me, it's because I'm busy packing/painting/cleaning/rocking-back-and-forth-by-myself-in-a-corner-somewhere. I just have to keep reminding myself that just on the other side of all of the packing and change and goodbyes lie my green pastures, turkey poults and big old apple trees.