Not a huge apology, because after all, it is my blog.
But, now onto positive things.
We are moving.
Not thinking about it, pondering it, considering it, actually moving.
It's a little scary to think about leaving this portion of our lives behind and moving to a new house, new city, new everything.
When Jameson and I were first married we lived in an apartment in South Salt Lake. It was lovely having our own place. But due to un-forseen circumstances, it only lasted for two months, then we moved into my parents basement where we have been for the past three years. And now it's time to move on. And I'm scared to death.
Moving seriously blows. Moving boxes are a headache. And every penny must be accounted for these days.
We have to think about things like space, packing tape, carpet cleaners, and laundromats.
The winds of change are blowing.
And though it's terrifying.
It's like someone said, it's opening a door for something way more exciting.