Moving Day, Part 1

I guess it's really real.

notice it no longer says 'sale pending', but instead: sold.

crazy mess.

the before.

the middle.

the stacker packer man

the end.

close er' up.

locked and loaded for the storage unit.

a few hours of freedom!

One of her favorite places!

Octavia

Silver Beach pony with my Silver Beach girl

she's so big I don't even need to hold on to her anymore.

seriously--mom, don't hold on.

look at my new watch!

The last few weeks have felt like anything but normal--we've spent all of our 'fun time' doing things that've been all but fun. Every couple days I've tried to make it a priority to sneak away for a couple hours to have some fun with my girl.

Wednesday SJ and I had planned to go to the fountain, but had to make a last minute switch to the carousel due to some untimely thunder. We enjoy our snipets of fun all the more because they're so few and far between.

The trail of tears

When Griffin and I celebrated Christmas this year, we wondered if it would be our last in our home. As I packed away our Easter decorations, I wondered--where will we be next year when I get these out?

The uncertainty has been plaguing us for many months, from the weeks of preparation to getting our house 'market ready', to the countless showings, to now looking down the barrel of losing our status as homeowners.

The process has been different this time--it's been more tedious, more exhausting. I'm not sure if this is what moving is like with children, perhaps. Maybe it's also the large roots I perceive us putting down with this move--a proverbial line in the sand so to speak.

I'm happy to report that as of now, we have an offer out on a home in Stevensville. It needs some significant cosmetic updating, but its 'bones' are solid. The neighborhood is so serene, it's almost as though we're up North.

With that said, let's have a laugh at some of the doozys we've looked at over the last 6 weeks.

On Roosevelt Road. That's a no.

yikes. No, really I mean it. I was afraid to open closets.

project. Ok, PRO-JECT.

over-priced relocation.

wait, was that a basement or a maze?

I don't even know what to say here.

great home for my grandma

I don't like oak cabinetry. at all.

someone likes taxidermy.

beautiful: loved the upper floor of the barn. but, i would also like to eat.

the one we almost bought.

then, we almost bought this one too.

this is the one we are buying.

Swimming at Aunt Pammie's Pool

my little ballerina

toes pointed!

straight into the water, 'like a prima ballerina'

eli's first time on the diving board!

maybe... maybe not?

JUMP!

hey, big swimmer!

even Janey Bean thought it was great!

Eli's second jump off the board

A month's worth of memories--captured on my phone

top-secret hiding place at MeMa Debbie's house

we're packed and ready to go!

carousel day with cousin Tobi

fireworks!

and a glow necklace!

fishy-face