Our New Place

So I said I would send pictures of our new place. I will start out tonight with a few the girls actually took. I thought they have a very different and unique perspective of things. I hope you enjoy. I am planning of taking some new ones tomorrow and posting them so you all can get a more complete look. So we start with their beds, dolls, and a view looking out from their window. Then there is their view of the kitchen. The last one was just funny, so I had to share. I hope no one is scandalized! It was interesting as I looked through all the pictures they took how different their perspective really is. I hadn't really thought about it for quite a while.

The new look

So I have been messing with the look of my blog. I am not completely happy with it yet. So I am wondering if any of you out there have ideas, suggestions, tricks. I really love the background, but with my limited HTML skills, I can't really tweek the the rest to really look great. I would love you to take my quiz (see left) and also, leave any and all advise/info that you might have. Thanks!

Moving Out

So we are moving yet again. This time it's just a few buildings down the road in our apartment complex. Sitting here in our almost empty apartment has got me thinking. Pretty much all that we have left is our furniture, a few dishes, and a blanket or two. The apartment has echos again and somehow it already doesn't feel like home. I counted today and the next place will be #9 in our 6 years of marriage. Which means we have made 10 moves, and so many friends. There have been 9 places that we have made feel like our home. Each place has been unique and totally unlike the ones before it(except for Wymount because we lived there two different times). Our family has grown, our possessions have decreased...this statement might just be wishful thinking. Our moving techniques are streamlined and fine-tuned. 

Why then does this make me so thoughtful each time I do it? I have to admit that in the past we have always changed at least our ward, if not the city we lived in and twice now the state we lived in. It never gets easier. Leaving a place where you have felt loved and safe is always hard. I guess that's why even this time I am a little hesitant to return the keys. The memories are just that, and they will keep getting farther and farther back behind me. I will never live in this place again.  I know this is all rather silly, because really we are just moving down the street. No change of zip code, we don't even have to change our phone number. People who drive to our house will come the same way they have always come with a slight change at the very end of the journey. It's that last slight right that makes all the difference I guess. New neighbors, new parking spot, new post box, what else will be new? What lessons will I learn, or relearn there? How will I have to change? 

Heavy stuff I know. But since it's after 10pm and Steven is making one last trip to our new place to take stuff before tomorrow and I can't go to bed until he gets back you all get to profit from my musings. So a few more of my questions are; will I ever get to stay in one place for more than 16 months? Is there something I am supposed to learn and haven't yet? Does it ever get easy? (By this I don't mean the actual act of moving, because packing everything you own into boxes will never be fun or easy.) Will we ever get to choose our own couch? I threw that one in because we really have never chosen our couch, they have always chosen us, through the generosity of others, and while I am grateful, someday I would like to chose my own. So there you have it. All my unorganized thoughts that have been running in and out of my head while our house has been slowly emptying out for the past few days. 

BTW since we have moved a lot we have lots of friends out there, so don't make yourselves strangers. Any time you need a vacation, Nashville is pretty fun. YEEHAW!