Moving...

We have just moved again . . . The third time in 2 years. I am tired. I am tired of packing. I am tired of lifting. I'm tired of having to decide, again, where to put this dish or that candle. I'm tired of cardboard boxes and tape guns and Sharpies. I'm tired of not knowing which box "it" is in . . .


But this time there is a silver lining. It is our own house again. I can paint, and hang things on the walls, and change the blinds. It's ours. I've already started painting. I love some of the colors. Some of the colors I'm not so sure about, especially my kitchen. Probably gonna have to repaint it. But I love that even though the green I chose might be a total mistake, I can change it as many times as I want to!