I am just going to try to update periodically so that I can have a place where I can put my thoughts about our move. It is time to begin taking the move more seriously. My last day working at FEC was yesterday. I no longer have a paying job. I am now a full-time homeschool teacher, wife, and housekeeper...none of which I am good at.

The hubby took a new job working at a local CFA after two years at Camp Grace. This spring, after a year at CFA, he was offered a new job....in  a new town. I have to admit, I am very excited. Some kids are...some are not. But eventually, we will all come to love it.

So, being the "let's get it done" person that I am, I slowly began packing in March. We are bombarded with boxes. Boxes everywhere.  We are having the bathrooms renovated. Here is that that means:

We need to get the vents in the bathrooms updated - I didn't realize that was happening today and when the hubby told me, I realized unenthusiastically that I must get the attic clean. So up I go. I decided to go ahead and take out as many boxes as necessary...you know, so that he had ample space to move about as needed. What I didn't consider is that I already have boxes everywhere from my preemptive packing strike.  So now, I have boxes galore, taking up all breathing room. Now, we have to try to survive with no breathing room or a single place to relax. This means one thing....I now must go into my inner self and release all those years of Tetris playing from the Gameboy years. And I did it. I was able to stack the boxes in a way that allows us to live and breath...reasonably. We won't be having a dinner party anytime soon, but if we did, it would be held in the attic...which is half clean.