We sat at a table at the title company, signing papers while the boys were occupied with games on the iPads.  When we reached the end of the stack, we all stood up and shook hands. “Boys, we just bought our house!” We were all excited and eager to get over to the house.  A lot of work was ahead of us, but that didn’t matter.  The next chapter of our life was just a page turn away. I know my readers have been eager to see our house and I’ve been eager to share it!  As I mentioned in my Moving Story, we didn’t buy an old farm house.  In fact, we bought a suburban home with a two story foyer, something I have declared many times would never appeal to me.  But this home isn’t just for me and my business, although I will live there and work

A few weeks ago, my mom told me about a nest that she discovered in one of her rose bushes.  She thought I would like it, so we went snooping for it when we were over at her house for burgers on Memorial Day.  It was a beautiful nest, filled with three turquoise eggs.  Sadly, though, the mother was not to be found. We decided to keep the nest there just in case she came back.  She never did and, without her nurturing, the eggs never hatched. Yesterday, my parents stopped by to pick up a desk to take to my cousin and she dropped off the nest for me. “Since you’re packing your house and don’t have anything pretty to photograph, I thought you might want to take pictures of it and write a blog post about it.” Oh, the life of a blogger.  The scavenger hunt through each

We spent last week split between visiting Jeff’s family in Raleigh and sneaking in some R&R at Myrtle Beach. It was nice to get away from the packing and to spend some time on the beach, by the pool, and playing board games with the boys.  I always look forward to getting home, though. There is no denying that I’m a homebody. I walked through the door, my arms weighed down with bags, and I sighed as I set them down.  I know the walls are bare and much of our stuff is in boxes.  Despite that, I declared, “It’s so amazing to be home.” Jeff pointed out what was glaringly obvious.  We were coming home only to prepare to move. While I knew this in my head, the contrast of the consolation of being home against the urgency to pack hit me afresh. It doesn’t bother me that we’re moving away from