Hello spring, you fickle little thing you. Much like your inability to decide whether or not you want to dip your toe into winter or summer every day, I too am trying to daily decide how I feel about the huge changes in my life. Recently we moved houses, cities, and states, relocating about an hour South of our previous location. We made the change without mentioning it much to our friends because we weren't sure we'd actually do it. I mean, yes we wanted to move, but our wish list and budget didn't align. So, finding a place felt impossible. But when we did find a place that met all our demands [insert shock here], we fell into an epic new season of life in a crushing whirlwind resembling Dorothy's crash into OZ.
Isn't it funny how the things we say we'll never do again ironically are the very things we repeat? Ha. After surviving an extensive remodel a few years ago, Prince Charming and I swore we'd never do one again. Never. But here we are, life making liars of us once again. Our current residence was built in 1989 and hasn't been touched since. Not to mention that fun fact that no one has lived here in 12 years! Everything is outdated, dirty, and in desperate need of everything.
I've been a grump the past few days because I haven't been able to work in a few weeks now. We're still waist deep in boxes, spending every waking minute painting, installing flooring, and I've been cleaning like I never knew possible (more on that coming up in the next post). My desktop computer isn't even plugged up yet. My desk is sitting in halves in the garage, looking like a sad magician's assistant--waiting for some wave of a wand to put it back together again. So, instead of sitting around getting even more frustrated by the fact that I'm unable to concentrate on my current WIP, I thought I'd rant about our new project, the hell it's putting us through, and the highlights (yeah, yeah, there are a few). :) Stay tuned!
In the meantime, enjoy the photos of our Japanese Maple and a rose I found at my grandmother's on Easter.