Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Couples Therapy

The last 8 weeks has been such a roller coaster ride for Steve and I, with things really heating up in the last few weeks before our move, that we were feeling wrung dry. Looking at a house on a whim, making an offer and putting our house up for sale while heading out of town on vacation, getting our house ready to show, showing our house, getting offers and making counter offers, getting bids to re-do driveway, sifting through 15 years of junk collecting, packing, garage sale, multiple DI runs, etc., etc. Two long days of moving, cleaning the old house, putting things away at the new house, chaotic messes at both. I really didn't think we would make the annual Halloween party at the Passey's, but I knew that we both needed this break more than anything. We needed to get away from all things connected to moving. So, we rustled up costumes from what we could find around the house, or borrow, and we headed out to the Hollywood Halloween party. We had such a great time, talking and laughing with our good friends. We couldn't totally escape things connected to selling our house, however, because our realtor was at the party. Good thing he is such an awesome guy in general, and as a realtor in particular (a nod and shout out to you, Danny. Thank you for taking such good care of us!) Steve and I came home rejuvenated and ready to tackle the last 10% of unpacked boxes. Thank you, Passeys, for a WONDERFUL evening. You are both gracious hosts (especially you, Julia Child!)

Home is where your story begins...


We are all moved in to our new place (pictures coming soon) and I have to admit that it is still a little surreal that we no longer live at 3528 South 900 East. After a few days of heavy lifting and moving things in, it was so nice to take a long, hot relaxing soak in our new tub. I had to remind myself that this was okay, that it was my tub now. So weird. But, I am slowly finding places for our stuff: pictures, dishes, furniture, books, etc. It feels more comfortable everyday, and I am feeling more at home. Time to make new memories. Time to add to our story of who we are. Time to find a wall to put my favorite quote on: Home is where your story begins...