I apologize to everyone. I didn’t’ drop off the edge of
the earth, but it feels like it.
We’ve moved, as I mentioned a while ago. We’ve been in
the new house almost 3 weeks.
Since the furniture arrived we’ve had the whole upstairs painted
and we’ve replaced the carpet in two bedrooms – one will now be my office. This
meant all the furniture had to be in the middle of the room with at least 3
feet around the edge and then the furniture had to be completely out of the
rooms. And today I found out that also meant my clothes had to be out of the
walk-in closet. Half our stuff is still in boxes and I can’t find anything. And
this weekend is our Thanksgiving (and going to blog on that tomorrow) and I’m
cooking Thanksgiving dinner in our new house – with an oven I’m not sure how it
cooks. But we’ll be with family so that’s the most important thing.
With everything in boxes and continuous interruptions I haven’t
been blogging, and I apologize. I haven’t been writing either, which is even
more upsetting, and I have a book I want to get published this year. I think I’m close to getting back on track and
back to writing and blogging. Hopefully this is the start of getting back into
a routine.
I feel like life has been upside down for the last seven
months. And that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Anyone else feel like moving is a story from hell?
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