New House

We are now in our new home! There are still a few boxes that need to be unpacked, but for the most part my husband pulled off a miracle and got most of it done while I was still back in our last city to finish a wedding cake(which is a whole other story entirely...sigh, what a fiasco!). He came up on the 21st and I stayed til the 25th. Let me just say right now, I officially prefer NOT being single. When I got here,the wave of overwhelmed depression did not hit. There were not that many unpacked boxes left, the ones that he left were mostly kitchen ones that he didn't want to mess up where I wanted them to go,which I greatly appreciated being an organization nazi of sorts. And its a small apartment, about the same size as our last, but with an additional bedroom and bathroom squeezed in. So the rooms are modest sized, the bathrooms are fairly tiny, but definitely work able, (and can I say halle-freakin-luah for a second toilet!? haha) the kitchen has minimal storage and counter space but is also definitely work-able...overall, its cute and little and we love it. Our two year old son keeps saying "its a new house, i wike it!" And we agree. Our new adventure is exciting! And my husband found a job!! Which in this city, is pretty much a miracle and a half,especially since he found it in exactly a week. This journey has been a real leap of faith. And right now I am feeling very blessed for the way everything is working out. And now...the part some of you have been waiting for PICTURES! They are mostly crappy,because my cell phone was the only camera I could find and frankly its the cheapest piece o'junk cell phone out there,but it works alright...so forgive the weird lighting/blurriness/bad quality.

our kitchen

 

 

 

 our family room

 

The other half of our kitchen...that lil tiny table is a playdough table but is currently our dining table as well because in 3 years we havent had to buy a kitchen table....until now, and now we cant afford one haha.

K's room!

annnd one of the bathrooms.this is the bigger one, the other one is itty bitty. 

the spare room(currently storage/Hubbys man cave :)

The 3rd bedroom is currently being slept in (its his fist day of work...so he gets to be pampered a little bit) but add a picture later if you reallllly want to see it, but its really not amazing or anything.

So here is goes, another chapter in our lives. Another adventure on our long string of adventures. A fresh start. And it is wonderful.

Moving Again

We have been married 3 years, 7 months, and...3 days as of today. And in those 3 years we have grown together; as a couple,as a family,and as individuals. I believe that a big part of this ever changing,growing,learning process has a lot to do with where we move and end up for however short a period of time.
We do not seem to stay in one city, or one apartment for very long. In these 3 years we have lived in 2 different cities and 3 different "homes" (we don't own a house, but where we are is our HOME) of various size and circumstance. And now we are moving yet again, to a different city, a different home, a different life entirely. And every time we move,no matter if its to a town I have never been to before or the town I grew up in, I am excited because I thrive on change in a big way ( I am always wanting to move furniture around,re-decorate,re-do my whole wardrode...etc etc) I love love love new things.And yet no matter how excited I am, there's that part of me, a part that's still that insecure 14 year old girl with braces and crazy hair,that is completely terrified to start all over once again.

I wonder how will we fit everything we own into a truck and just drive away from the last two years of the life we have had here? Physically, logically, I realize that it is entirely possible to fit our possessions into a truck, we have done it many times before. But the part of me that does not entirely live in reality thinks otherwise.

But it is what we are supposed to do. I know it. Everything is magically,miraculously working out(except leaving a large amount of cash on the table for the moving truck and losing it) everything is just falling into place. The where is done. The apartment is done. The job...is still a bit of a mystery honestly,but I have faith the right one will be found. Our son is confused, our once usually clean home is filled with boxes and crib parts and scattered things from our life. We keep telling him we are moving and the place we are going to has a splash park! and lots of fun things, so he keeps saying "i go,i wan spash part a betty one" But I worry that as we drive far away from the only home he's ever known, that he will panic. That he will ask over and over "wheres my gram?? i wan see my gram!" and it breaks my heart. But it is what we are supposed to do, so even if his young, sweet, little mind does not understand I will have to help him be happy in a new, different home. And help myself be happy as well. Chances are pretty good that when we get there and there is an overwhelming amount of boxes to unpack I will cry and possibly lapse into a wave of depression. But, I am also me,and these last 3 years have only made me more ME. So I will slowly,steadily unpack our lives into a new home, and make it actually be HOME.

It will be good. Difficult. But good. There is always good.