Changes....

....are happening in our lives. We are in the process of moving back into our other home--and I am in the mist of wondering how 2 adults, one eight year old and one dog can have so much stuff.  It is stunning how much stuff we have. 

Stuff.

So.

Much.

Stuff.

Emma's much loved stuffed animals.

Emma's much loved books.

My much loved books.

My much loved photographs.

My photo albums.

My journals.

My Llardo pieces.

My much loved art pieces.

My craft stuff--pens, markers, paints, art jounals.

Emma's baby stuff.

Yes, Emma's baby stuff....

It's interesting; Robert doesn't seem to have "stuff" that he is attached to.

Why is that?

Why doesn't he have stuff he thinks he can't live without?

We have enough Christmas stuff to decorate at least 2 homes.  Who needs a 15 plus foot tree?  And a 8 ft tree and a 4 ft aluminum tree (it's my favorite tree, btw ), and two mini tress? Oh, and three Nativity sets? And let's not forget the stuffed Christmas Santas.

At the rate I am packing, we might be moved in by Christmas....

And that's if I'm lucky.

I will miss this house. I will miss how the sun lights up the kitchen and den. I will miss the amazing arches and molding.  I will miss the doors--the downstairs doors are tall with such beautiful molding. I will miss the fenced-in yard. I will miss the beautiful red cardinal who visits my bird feeder often. I will miss the outdoor fireplace. I will miss our neighborhood pool, too.

I will not miss my neighbor who built Six Flags Over their pool with the loudest pool machines ever.  I have been lucky, I think, and have always had amazing neighbors.  Not so much this time. I will not miss my neighbor.  I will miss the rest of my neighbors,  though.  They have become my friends.

I will not miss cleaning this monster.

I will miss Emma's elementary school. It's such an awesome school.

I will miss this town....but it is growing at a stunning rate.  It won't be little for much longer.

Home, I am learning,  is wherever the three (I mean four!) of us are....

....with all of our "stuff".