Snapshots

With all the hustle and bustle of the past month, these snapshots are from the many weeks I have been away.

This fruity drink...

...because its tropical sweetness is missed.

This mess...

...because this awaited our return.

Karl's lunchbox...

...because I pack it full every morning.

This blended peppermint mocha...

...because it replaces BFCAT-goodness, but only barely.

This sad, little puppy...

...because his eyes are truly sad.  Adoption day at Petco is rough.

Blessed

Since the wedding, honeymoon, and the move blew over, I have never felt so content. True, I miss my family and friends and the every day craziness that comes with living in a house full of girls. And yes, I miss the "known" roads and restaurants and stores.

But I'm settling in our home a little more each and every day. I like not living out of a suitcase and my travel bags. I'm blessed with a husband who takes care of me and loves me despite my fatigue and hunger on the long days when we have to run around. And there is still work to be done while he is at work; but it's okay. There is quite the reward at the end- Karl bought me books before he left (on the advice of a friend).  Happiness.

On the Side

There has always been a part of me interested in fashion.  I would never have been cut out for that world; my skin is much too thin.  But while discussing part-time career options if a teaching job does not materialize, a personal shopper does not sound so bad after a day of subbing.  I just would never count it as income, because I am sure it will go right back to the store.

Nordstrom photo

The Excitement

Up to my ears in packing paper and tape and cardboard boxes.  Up to my eyeballs in wedding details.  Butterflies everywhere.  Our day is almost here.

Stowed Away

I have two boxes of purses.  Totes of clothes.  And a million boxes of teacups.  Can my stuffed animals breathe when taped inside a box?  I'm assuming not.

Karl patiently tries to tell me that I am getting all my stuff back.  I am not packing these things to give them away; they will be going with us.  But I can't help but have this small, nagging feeling that I am packing away this life.  Twenty three years of me.  It is one part thrilling.  Another part terrifying.

Hard to believe that this little adventure will begin soon.

The Best Parts of Summer

Dippin' Dots, swimming, salad, cold fruit, laughing children, skirts, and flip flops.  These are some of the things I love about summer.  And while my tan lines are a mess, I do not miss layering and heavy boots.  I am happy to slip on flip flops and what feels like the bare minimum of clothing needed to head out into the muggy night.

Jitters

In 24 days, I am getting married.  Crazily enough, I don't have wedding jitters yet.  I have moving ones.

Will I ever get everything packed? When are we moving? How will we get there? What am I putting everything in? What doesn't belong to me and needs to stay here?

I am waiting for the nerves to start.  I am waiting to be thinking about my wedding day in great detail and with great stress. Instead, I stare at my closet and the bookshelves, waiting for my valuables to pack themselves.