Life: Momma I'm coming home!Thank you Ozzy Osbourne for the perfect title and a somewhat fitting song. You know minus the whole issues with my mom and her not actually being there, but lets not nitpick.
I'm coming home! And by coming home, I mean that we are moving back to my place of birth. As of yesterday we have our official orders.
Now I can totally
get started on this peaceful process freak.out.and.panic.and.plan.and.over.stress.
Yep...sounds about right.
I can tell you that we're bummed about moving away from Ohio. We've really liked it here. And honestly 18 months is a crap amount of time to be somewhere. About a year in is when we are usually totally comfortable in a place. Funny that we actually like it here and this is the shortest stay we'll ever have in a place.
Sadly though, our house will go from this:
Our master bedroom and bath.
Our guest bedroom.
Which, of course, makes me want to curl up into a ball.
Again, in case you've missed it...I HATE packing an moving. A lot. A lot a lot. I don't like other people touching my stuff, but not enough to make me want to do all of the packing myself.
Then there's the unpacking. While it's fun to set up a house how you want it...it doen't just magically happen.
I'm trying to breathe, while I keep making lists. As lists are what help me keep my small bit of sanity.
So here we go...two months till we're out of here. I'd ask for those two months to at least be slow, but we all know that's not going to happen.
Wish me luck...and sanity!