Moving day is upon us. T-minus 7 days until all of this crazy will finally come to fruition. Next weekend, we will move into our home. Finally.
And then the real fun will start, right?
The apartment is a war zone. We’re living with the bare minimum. As in, we’re drinking from red solo cups and Evan has a mug. Yes, that’s right a mug. Evalyn is playing with the same four toys and reading the same 10 books over and over again. I’m wearing the same shorts every day (okay, so that may have nothing to do with moving, but you get the point).
Despite living with the minimum, it still feels like there is oh!so!much! to do. And that’s because, well, there is.
So, consider this my farewell. I may pop in once or twice. I can’t promise I’ll be reading blogs. I definitely can’t promise I’ll be commenting on blogs. I do have a (very, very special and important) post scheduled for later next week. But, for the most part, I’m peacin’ out.
I’ll see you on the (living in my first home in the country) flipside, friends.