Needless to say once again, we’re moving. But this time, it feels like we’re going home! Yes, that’s right… back to Louisiana! I’m so excited, I can’t hardly stand myself!! I will miss the friends I’ve made here, and hope they’ll take me up on coming down!! It’ll be a bit strange not having them in my day-to-day life. But with Facebook and SnapChat they won’t be as far away as some we’ve left.
So with the few days I have left, before the packers get here to pack our life up, I’ve been cleaning up and out, the random cereal boxes, shoe boxes and jars that I thought I make something out of. Is crafting synonymous with hoarding? I couldn’t believe all the stuff I’ve collected! It’s truly mind-boggling. The Mr. blithely went through his half of the closet pitching this or that without thought. It was educational watching him… none of the, “maybe I’ll be able to get back into this” or “I just got this
but didn’t like it when I got home but I might like it later.” He just jumped in and poof half his clothes were history!
I have decided GoodWill is either going to love us, or hate us. I’ve given them tons of stuff this past couple of weeks, with another pickup load to go… (how do I collect so much stuff?) I’m trying to be ruthless… I tell myself daily please get rid of this or that… it’s either get rid of it now… or get rid of it in Louisiana, we’ll see how well I listen to myself. Mostly it’s working, mostly I’m thinking about unpacking it, the burning question is: Is it worth unpacking? If the answer is, NO, then it’s gone. If it’s maybe, Still should be gone. But I have to admit that’s only working sometimes.
The Boyz are pretty excited about the move but we’ve been hyping it up pretty good, I hope without going overboard. The facts are the Mr. will be home more, no more being gone for weeks at a time, shorter commute, (not that they care about that) but it’ll mean he’s home more. The weather is fantastic! The food is great! The only downside that Eazy E can see is Louisiana is a uniform state. But I’m hoping that when he sees everybody else in a uniform he’ll be ok with it. The little boys don’t care what they wear. But at 11… and being a clotheshorse, Eazy E is feeling the pinch. I expect he’ll get over it soon enough.
So along with the move I’m thinking a name change for the blog… Tales of a housewife, nothing, is a mouth full. What do y’all think of “tales of a southern wife” ? or maybe “tales from a southern wife”. With that last thought I’m off, more to do …. of course!
Till next time… XOXO