ng in me never stopped longing for Indianapolis. Every time I saw a Colts game and the city skyline behind Lucas Oil Stadium. Every time we watched a sporting event that presented a shot of Monument Circle. Every time a former student or a friend or my sister posted pictures of places all over the city. Every time I turned on HGTV and it was showing Good Bones. Every time I saw any of it – I felt a little pang from knowing that we were so far away and the place that we had thought would be our forever home would never be home again.
Grasping for Control, Again
It hasn’t been an easy transition for our family since making the seemingly sudden decision to move from Texas to […]
You Can Take the Girl Out of the Midwest, But You Can’t Take the Midwest Out of the Girl
I always prided myself in being a California baby. Not just a California baby, but a blond-haired, blue-eyed Southern California […]
No Matter the Reason, Moving Sucks
ate moving. I hate change. But over my lifetime it has brought me experiences and friendships and understanding of the world around me that staying in one place would have never given me.
Going On Vacation In the Middle of a Move
After six months in a fog after a year of pandemic living as we look forward to something both exciting and new, we need a vacation that focuses on the moment and not necessarily on what is coming next. Last January I didn’t know that was what I was going to need.
Unexpected Changes, Unexpected Timeline
Suddenly we find ourselves with days to get our house ready to put on the market before we leave for vacation. We will have less than a week to finish the packing and move once we return from vacation. While our previous moves have involved months of planning and then a rush at the very end to get everything taken care of, this is all just happening in a rush. A rush that feels right, but a rush nonetheless.