It’s a Monday night in mid-May. The boys are sleeping, pup is outside, kitty is asleep on my bed, and hubby and I are watching the Celtics playing in the playoffs. I’m half-watching as I write – I have a story in my head, a story I need to tell – and the words have been flowing nicely.

We’re still in-between – no definite timing for our move, yet we know it’s happening. We’re working on paring down our stuff. We need to get rid of the baby toys, as the kiddos are six-and-a-half and three, and we have no need for them. I need to sort through my books and set aside those I don’t plan to read or re-read, and truly, I need to get rid of more than I typically would. When it comes to books, I tend to hoard more than I read, because I feel like I will get to them eventually. while I know I probably won’t, I still feel the need to keep them all – and I need to change that.

Let me know if you want to go through my books before I bring them to Goodwill or the like – I know I’ve already had a conversation with a couple people about the books I have and the plan to get rid of them. I think that will be the most difficult piece of going through all of our stuff – getting rid of books. I’ve always used books as an escape, both when I was really young and in school, and then later before I met my husband. I was painfully awkward for quite a while, and didn’t quite know how to deal with it. I used books as my escape. I’m sure I’m not the only one.

Hubs and I are trying to narrow down an area to look for houses, and it’s tricky being here in NH when we know that we are looking in IL. I can’t see neighborhoods. I can’t see what the area is like at 9pm. I can’t see how busy it is at 2pm on a Saturday, when the boys would love to be outside riding their bikes. We’re going to head out there to see what we need to look out for as far as areas go, and while it’s not an ideal situation – house shopping from over 1000 miles away isn’t ideal in any situation – it’s what are doing.

I’m excited, yet apprehensive, for our move. Luckily we have some people out there we’re friends with, and I’ve met another friend through my CPST groups that is local. Of course, I’ll miss our friends and family here, but thankfully, it’s a quick, inexpensive flight to Chicago from Manchester.

We’re incredibly lucky to have some great support. It’s a big change. It’s a lot of work, and a lot to do in a short amount of time. I’m thankful for the down-time I’m able to take, to decompress and get some words on paper (electronically or not), and for the boys to be able to play with their many cousins whenever we have the opportunity. Things are changing, yes. Sometimes, change is good.


i love writing letters.

So said Abby – you should read her blog; it’s witty, whimsical, and just plain fun. abby makes a few good points that i will reiterate – the length of the letter is not the best part – it’s how it makes the recipient feel – hopefully, he or she feels loved. and creating paper or cards is immensely fun. the creativity of it really personalizes the entire project, which helps to (again) show the recipient how much he or she is cared for.

i have a few pen pals scattered around the globe. I admit, i’m currently an absolutely horrible pen pal, as i haven’t written since before little man was born. i admit, i’ve been incredibly busy – moved, birthed a baby, bought a house, moved again, and have been raising an incredibly busy little boy while working full time and running a house. no, i haven’t been busy at all. trust me, i’m not complaining – i love my life. i love the busyness, the constant go go go that we have. however, i do love some down-time as well. we’re going to have some this weekend for the first time in a while. i think the extent of our plans are to bring little man to the park, where we are going to spend some time saturday swinging. i’m really looking forward to it. i’ll bring my camera, document it. i have to get better at documenting with my camera, and not just with my cell phone – the pictures are nowhere near as good on my phone as they are on my camera.

but i digress.

(i’ve always wanted to say that.)

i think i have pretty amazing, understanding pen pals – once i can find the letters they sent (they were received, packed, then unpacked – i think i know where they are), i am going to respond, apologize profusely, and hopefully not lose a friend that way. time to make time.