We finally moved. After weeks of sleeplessness, sorting, trashing and packing- we finally moved. The move was surprisingly smooth. Too smooth actually…
I’ve lived most of my life in the house I grew up in- for the most part. As an adult and after a failed relationship, in my mid twenties, I moved back in with my parents. At this time they had just purchased a home in a subdivision far far away. When I became engaged (first marriage) I decided to rent our old home from my parents. Never rent from family.
In June, Matthew and I found ourselves looking for a place to live. Some place that we could call our own for a while and completely void of exes.
So what did we do? Get an overly priced apartment near downtown. I have been so busy with packing and organizing that there was no time for anything extra. Not even time to think about saying good bye to my home.
And it’s just like life to slap you across the face…I’m driving and Miranda Lambert’s The House that Built Me comes on the radio. And there I am crying in full little bitch mode. Well played life. Well played.
The girls spent ten hours hiding behind the washer. Drama queens.
Love Junkie. 