Moving

Moving is probably one of the things is life that really make a person evaluate what they have. What other time do you really go through EVERYTHING you own? Maybe you don't own a lot of the stuff you have, maybe you borrowed it several months back and discovered it hiding at the back of your closet under that pile of shoes you swore you'd never wear again..? Either way, when everything is being cleaned out of your place, you get a rather unique view of your lifestyle.

For use, it's rather apparent we are.. uh..parents. Toys, toys, baby clothes, baby 'stuff' toys and a of Laura and I's things scattered here and there. This will be the third time we have moved since we were married - and most definitely our most chaotic. Most of the chaos is due to the fact that we have a one year old who isn't real excited about having all his stuff put in boxes and packed away for a few days or even weeks. Two parents working alternating shifts and trying to pack, move, unpack with a baby wanting to walk and crawl everywhere is one of the most difficult tasks to manage.

Did I mention we are going on vacation at the end of the month? We are leaving the day we are moving out of the apartment and coming back to a different place. Emryk will probably be confused for quite some time and wonder where his little cozy apartment went - but he is going to love having the big yard to play in at the other house. Plus, things are a little quieter in the country. At least I am looking forward to all of that...

Until again

-=Nolan=-