I wasn't planning on showing up to my blogger account today, however it occurred to me that every minute writing a blog post is a minute spent not packing. This whole packing thing is a little sad to me. And it's not because I'm not excited about the next house, but because I really enjoyed this house and all of the memories made in it. I'll never forget sitting outside by the fireplace Shawn and I built with friends drinking wine in the Summer
or building forts in the living room to sleep in at night
watching our living room go from this
having our yard full of little kiddos and remembering back to when they were that little
the early mornings spent next to the Christmas tree
and all of the life that happened over the past 7 years.
It's been a great run in this house and I will forever remember this space that we have called home.
In other news, I am relishing this quiet afternoon at home alone, complete with Pumpkin Spice coffee in hand and A Christmas Story pajama pants on.
I feel as though this is going to be the last one of these days in quite awhile. Between moving into a new house, going to California (twice), Louisville, Nashville, and Florida (twice) all before December, things are about to get a little insane. It should also be noted that I have not been sleeping at night due to my first flying alone experience so that's awesome. I know that most likely sounds foolish and silly to the majority of you, however for those of us who are panic attack ridden [especially on airplanes], a four and a half hour flight alone does not sound all that appealing. Like at all. I keep trying not to cry when thinking about it but every time I do a little part of me wants to bawl like a baby. One would think I am 7, not 28, but here I am. You better believe I am going to be that girl walking onto the plane with plastic bags full of mini bottles of every type of alcohol, lavender oil, and pills.
I think that covers today's thoughts...
Actually that is a lie. I could talk about so much right now [like how I found over 20 boxes of macaroni and cheese in the basement last night !!!!!!! ] and how I dominated in Fantasy last week [it's a no money league. I KNOW. I rolled my eyes too] or how badly I wish my hair was longer and blonder again, but until those topics arise again, just know I am thinking about them.
Hey, thanks for the twenty minutes of not packing. It's been real. Fist pound.