I’m moving. I’ve been on the verge of moving for about six months now.
This time, though, it looks like it’s finally happening. We have a closing date on our house in Vermont. My husband and I just did a whirlwind trip down to Virginia and looked at a bunch of houses. We signed a lease on a rental and made a payment of an obscene amount of money. Boxes are piling up in the back hall. Official and important phone calls have been made. My to-do list is as long as my arm.
Yes, much as I would love to return to my happy little comfort zone, I think it’s really happening.
And much as I would like to be Wonder Woman and keep posting fabulous content on this blog and actively engaging on social media, I have to be realistic. Posting will be sporadic and probably scarce for the next few week, while I use up an entire small city’s supply of packing tape and figure out how to get odd-shaped toys into the rectangular boxes so beloved by movers.
In the meantime, consider this an open thread. Tell me what’s going on with you.