Something amazing is happening this weekend.
(No, not me blogging twice in one week even though that is fairly spectacular.)
I’m moving.
After four and a half years of living like a gypsy, splitting my time between Dublin, London, Copenhagen (I kept that one close to the chest), and my mother’s in Texas, I finally get to be still.
I know that the thought of unpacking box upon box is horrible to some, but for me, I’m elated! After four and half years, I’m unpacking kitchen boxes into MY kitchen, putting books on shelves in MY living room, and hanging clothes in MY closet.
I could go on and on and wax-poetic about all of the feelings I’m feeling but I don’t have that kind of time.
Because I’m moving.
Finally.
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