It’s been a few days since I actually posted anything. I’ve been in a fog actually. Not feeling quite myself. Can’t seem to get enough sleep, and when I do sleep it’s not restful sleep. I hate when that happens. I’m thinking that the “big move” is playing a huge part of this. I have so many mixed emotions about moving. I know in the “sensible” part of my mind that it’s the thing to do. But I’d love to be able to stay here, in the house that I love, in the area that we love. But I know it’s not what’s meant to be. I’m dreading the moving part of this move, even though it’s a corporate move, it’s still a lot of work. Sure we get packers to come in to pack our stuff, but first we need to go through everything and get rid of things we do not want to pack…major clean house, in other words! Fun times, not! Then the movers come in, it’s like an invasion…well, no like to it, it is an invasion! All your beloved belongings are carted off to a semi-truck by men named Bud and Ernie, and you pray that nothing gets broken. Then they pull away, everything you own disappears with Bud and Ernie off to your new home and as you pray, that it makes it safe and sound to it’s new destination! Now you stand in your now empty home, now strewn with garbage and empty closets, remembering the day you fell in love with this house, and knew it would be your home. Now it will be someone else’s. This is what moving is like…and I dislike it! I’ve done it enough, if I counted the times we moved I’d have to use all my fingers and my toes and some of yours too! But I’m getting older (did I just say that? ) and moving is becoming more sentimental. (I think you can tell that as you read this post). I know that the chances of moving again are great with the business Big D is in, the government is fickle that way. But I’d love to find a beautiful place, somewhere gorgeous, and make some roots, I’m not picky, all I ask is that it has lots of scenery so I can take lots of pictures!