They say the most stressful things the average person experiences in life are death, moving, and beginning a new job. Actually, they say that all of those things are pretty much interchangeable on the stress-o-meter (a word that I just made up but like to assume measures stress in wine bottles consumed). I don’t know …
The boxes are (mostly) unpacked, the pictures are hung, and my husband’s dirty clothes are discarded all over the floor. We are home. It has not been an easy past two weeks. I never actually questioned our marriage during this whole process, but I did vaguely wonder at a few points if someday I would …
Home is Where You Throw Your Dirty Clothes on the Floor Read More »
I was pulling up to my parent’s street when I saw it. It was a sign. No literally, it was a sign. It said, “Moving Sale, this Saturday” and it was hanging right in front of their street. I fought the urge to burst into tears. I fought it valiantly but, whatever. I wiped one …
It’s getting real. The boxes are getting packed. There are empty nails sticking out the wall, slightly darker paint showing where picture frames once hung. The home turning back into what it was when I first walked into it eleven years ago, just a house. So much has happened in the past eleven years. I …
Adventures in Landlording – The Things We Leave Behind Read More »
Alright, the title is kind of misleading. First, we are not yet landlords. We are still in the god awful showing of the property and screening out lunatics phase. We haven’t even gotten to the part where money exchanges hands. We’re just basically unpaid tour guides in the museum of our lives. And. It. Is. …