i'm not quite sure how, but we survived a very long and exhausting weekend of moving, followed by a long week of unpacking. i am now convinced...i'm never, ever, EVER moving again. staying put. planting deep roots. my sanity and life cycle cannot tolerate another move. no way, no how. i'll keep my cute little open floor plan twin house...with my dog going nutso eating everything in sight (grrr, crazy puppy)...in exchange for the thankfulness of being in a place to call our own. a place we can feel time together without transition looming ahead. i walk around our little house feeling vast thankfulness. that, in itself, is worth the exhaustion inducing coma of the past few weeks.
and now, thanks to the awesome generosity of friends, we are in the OBX enjoying a friend filled week of nothing but sun and sand. whew. i've never need a vacation quite so much. in fact, i had no idea just how exhausted i was until i allowed myself to rest.
and my blog. my poor little lost blog.
it has recently become replaced with instagram snippits.
i had a grand plan to write every evening while at the beach. to edit long overdue photos and catchup on so many blogs that i love to read but haven't found time to peruse in weeks. i had a plan to finally sort and order photos to print and put in books.
yeah, none of those things are going to happen.
if you want to spy on our daily happenings, join us on instagram.
it's the new blog world.