The boxes are starting to pile up and so is the last minute panic.
Bronco's had this really displeased expression for three days now. He's not a happy kitty.
I know we're moving to the right place, for the right reasons, at the right time,
but it's still hard to leave.
We're leaving our sweet little suburban home for an apartment in the big city.
Sometimes I think that I must be crazy. I have my own pool here for goodness sake!
We've have moved eight times in the last four years of marriage.
The moving isn't the scary part. It's the not knowing what's coming that's scary.
Master's programs, still trying to have babies, new jobs - lots of "grown up" things.
Change isn't coming - it's here. We can do this.
