I have about 42 posts in my head. I have all of the words for Ray Rice that are not nice, words for double speak from our elected government (ha!), words for the fact that I hate Stevia with so much passion that I just can't even, and words for those precious assholes carrying loaded assault weapons like a damn purse in the baby aisle of Target.
But there is no time for all of those words. My brain won't allow the words to organize because it is busy planning and thinking and thinking and planning.
See we teetered for a week or two not knowing where we would live but knowing we couldn't stay here. That's why I have been scarce, at best, both here and on the Facebook page. Long story short, it all worked out and we are moving.
HOLY SHIT WE ARE MOVING.
I have a million things to do. Actually one million.
I am excited and freaking out. I wish I could write a proper post but my head is mush and there are those million things to do, a house to pack up and this entire bucket of quinoa salad to eat.
My brain hurts thinking about all the awesome that is a ahead of us and all the awesome that we are saying goodbye to (I am NOT crying today... shit...too late.) But that is a post for another day. Probably Monday or something if I can stop crying by then and focus.
Tonight as I continue packing up our life, I will no doubt come across more photos that I need to go through one by one until it is midnight and I haven't packed a damn thing. I will no doubt find more things that I borrowed from my friends and maybe a long lost earring or seven. I will love this part.
but my past experience with packing up my life informs me that while I sort through these things I will probably just start watching Orange is the New Black instead of scrubbing a frignany thing. Because if I have a chance to wait until the last minute to clean...well...I am what I am and it is what it is.
For now, for just this minute, all I keep thinking is...
This...this right here... this is our time. This change that is coming...it's big... for us.
This new town we are moving to, is the town they will remember. It's the town they will grow up in. It's where we lived when Brandon and I were married 6 years ago. It's the town Pants was born in and well...the town Plum was created in...winkwink, nudgenudge.
It's our family hometown. And we are heading back.
So now that I am once again feeling all the feelings, I will end this post to spend the next hour or so surfing YouTube for memories from my childhood. Because I'm sappy like that and you know you do it, too.
Is it too early to introduce these kids to E.T.? It's not too early, right? #grabstissues