do·mes·tic
–adjective
1. of or pertaining to the home, the household, household affairs, or the family
Right now my home is in a state of packing chaos. No really. You can barely get from the kitchen
to the living room with out having to perform some amazing act of acrobatics to get around the boxes, tape dispensers, wrapping paper, bubble wrap and the like. Today I packed the family pictures that are on our walls.
I don't know why, but the packing of pictures always makes moving so... final. Maybe it's because the walls look barren. Maybe it's because the pictures absorb sound and now the room seems to echo. We're a pretty ruckusy bunch, so to have an echo of the noise... just be sure to bring your ear-plugs if you're stopping by anytime soon.
There are family pictures everywhere in our house. We have a HUGE display of them above where our couch used to be (thank you Craigslist). Or perhaps I should say had, since they are all currently packed away carefully wrapped in newsprint. Family pictures are more to me than a snapshot of time. They are how I relive time that seems to pass all too fast. I can't believe that so much has happened in the last 7 years.
7 years 7 days. That's how long we were in Az. They say that every cell in your body in renewed every 7 years. So we are completely different people than we were when we came down. I kinda like that.
I'll be off grid for a while. But the best part about moving? I get to do a bunch of house stuff when we get to Idaho. :)
do·mes·tic
–adjective7 years 7 days. That's how long we were in Az. They say that every cell in your body in renewed every 7 years. So we are completely different people than we were when we came down. I kinda like that.
I'll be off grid for a while. But the best part about moving? I get to do a bunch of house stuff when we get to Idaho. :)