We Moved

We have spent the past few days moving. Even though we moved in our same neighborhood, this move has been way harder. Not sure if it's because the clock is ticking for me with work about to start or the fact that we are focusing so much attention on cleaning the old place. I realized I've never lived in a place where they require so much out of you when you depart such as paying to have the carpets cleaned, filling in all the holes, painting, etc. Not that I've ever left a place dirty but I certainly have never made it perfect. I will be so thrilled to turn the keys over to the rental agency of our old place and be completely done with it.

Last night Todd and I cleaned at the old place until 2:30 AM. We came home and jumped in the bed completely exhausted. At 2:45 AM our fire alarm began to chirp. We took out the batteries but it continued to chirp as it is wired into the wall. We were about to beat our heads on the wall but Todd finally got it disconnected. Well...it still chirped! My sweet patient husband was losing his cool slowly. He ended up placing the alarm in the downstairs bathroom in a drawer, far far away from us. Such a nightmare of a night.

We are still unpacking but I hope to post a few pictures soon. I go back to work Wednesday so I'm sure things will get crazy busy after that too. We do have an awesome guest suite that is actually already unpacked. Anybody want to come over?!

Message me privately if you want our new address :)

-Sara

Story of My Life

As promised, I told you we would update you with our "living" situation. Not sure where I left off but we have now found a townhome in our same neighborhood and we move this weekend! The new place is a different floor plan and bigger so we are excited about that. However, a move is a move which for us is never fun. I hate all the packing, loading, and cleaning. But at least the decorating is always fun.

In other news, I thought I'd start sharing some "stories of my life" since crazy things always seem to happen to me. Warning: this story is a little gross.

A few weeks ago I was shopping and went to the dressing room to try some clothes on. Now let me just set this story up in four words.

The room had carpet.

I was wearing flip flips so naturally I took my shoes off to try on clothes. Now, maybe this is where I went all wrong. Maybe keeping your shoes on is an understood concept while trying on clothes and I missed that memo growing up. 

Anyways, as I took my shoes off, I became more aware of a bad odor. At the same time, I realized my feet were wet. I wish someone could have recorded my face. I froze in shock. I was standing in pee. I quickly grabbed my things and jumped to another dressing room. Still in shock, I sat on the bench and instantly got mad that some child or adult would do such a thing. 

Thankfully, I carry Lysol wipes in my purse so I wiped down my feet and carried on. I'm sure most people would have left but I can't let one sour apple in this world ruin my shopping trip. What I did think the rest of the day was..."did that really just happen...to ME?"

It would. Crazy stuff like that happens to me all the time. I'm not going to say which store I was in because it could happen anywhere but learn from me folks...

keep your shoes on!!!

Be back soon with pics of our new place :) Hoping for a smooth move!

-Sara

Simple Art

Growing up, Dad measured my height in our basement on a gray pole. At the age of 14 we moved and one of things I was most sad about was leaving the pole behind. When I saw this video, instant memories came back as well as thinking how beautiful this installation of art is.




I'm sure "my" pole has been painted over by now just as this art can't last forever. I guess it's the memories and impact that means the most. I love the way art moves us, molds us and makes us who we are.

Happy Sunday,
-Sara