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Wait For It

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Tree in the fog

We’re packing our bags, again! Thankfully we decided to keep everything in boxes so the move into our new home should be a cake walk compared to the last one. Can I say this will be our last move…let’s hope so. But, we’ll need to play the waiting game a little longer before we get to smell the fresh paint. Waiting for the “next move” seems to be our lives as of recently, but I guess it’s all part of the master plan.

I’ll admit getting to this point has required patience. First it was finding renters for the Florida home, then the right house here, and now all we can do is hope that the closing process goes smoothly, by waiting. But we’re experts at it by now and good things have come from it. The renters we got ended up being from Wisconsin also (coincidental!?!), and the right house has indeed finally come along.

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My “Moo” Soundtrack

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Life on the farm has been good the last couple of weeks, and I will say we never feel alone. It had crossed my mind that I was moving from a highly populated city to wide open spaces, but I can’t say I’ve felt stranded. At any given moment, whether I’m walking up to the barn where my car is parked to run errands, watching Bailey sprint from the chicken coop to the shop, or picking up debris left from the latest snow, I can always count on the sound of “mooooooo” to be there as my new soundtrack. [...]

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Bits and Pieces

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Living on a farm in Wisconsin, during the tail end of winter I might add, is quite different from the Florida house and tiny backyard from which we came from three short weeks ago. I’m up to my ears in mud (so is the dog), and I’ve never gone through so many socks in a one-week timeframe. But when life hands you mud, you get taller galoshes.

Despite the minor adjustments, we’re pretty settled and overjoyed to be home. And it just so happens that our current, temporary home is a pretty historical one. We’re living on my great grandparent’s farm, which became my grandparent’s home that my father grew up on as well. And that lead to my brother and I spending a great deal of time on the farm every summer as kids. People ask me what it’s like living here, and it’s hard to explain the feeling in just one word.

I will say my husband and I are nothing but grateful that we can stay here while we search for our permanent address, and I often wonder how coincidental it is that we ended up here. A lot of people say my grandmother would be proud, and I’d have to say I agree.

I thought about how I would share this place of so many great memories, and I decided to share the small bits and pieces that made this house so full of character instead of showing you room by room with the furniture we’ve recently inserted and the boxes we still haven’t unpacked.

You might see old, but I see memories at every turn…

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Will it all fit?

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I’ve moved past the overwhelming point now that over half the house is packed and entered the very doubtful the moving truck is going to be big enough stage. With Bailey’s old room filling up, I had to start putting boxes in our guest room, which really didn’t worry me until I started to think about all of the furniture plus…the attic. Last weekend we began taking down everything we had stored up there over the last three years (because Florida homes don’t have basements) and I think I forgot about how much stuff we owned that we never use.

Packing day 5:
packing up the house

Packing day 7:
packing the house up

We’ve already started getting the tape measure out trying to guesstimate if everything will fit, but I guess there’s no sense in worrying because there’s not much we can do–we’ve already rented the largest truck! As it stands now, the garage is a disaster area where cars no longer belong; photos will be coming soon. The living room is increasingly becoming the place where odd and breakable items are to be placed until we get moving blankets. Great spot too since this is where B goes tearing through with her tennis ball.

And one surprising find was my one and only Cabbage Patch Kids doll. I don’t know how it made it to Florida, but there she was all wrapped up, clothes a little faded and her plasticky face a little dingy (I did find her other shoe though). Some more good memories uncovered.

cabbage patch doll

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Coasting Through Sunday

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Today felt like a rare opportunity to do…nothing. The house was clean, no office work needed to be done, the dog was walked (thanks to my husband), had a nice lunch at Chipotle and sounds of the Packers football game will fill our living room for the rest of the evening. I felt a little uneasy today without any “urgent” matters to attend to, gifts to be purchased or chores to get done, but isn’t that just typical. Can’t we just let ourselves enjoy the days of nothing?

I think that because the dust has settled a bit on the future of our Florida home helps, which has been a hot topic these days. And I have the sneaking suspicion that their won’t be too many lazy days once we move north. I suppose I could worry myself about that minor detail of where we’re going to live in two months, but I’ve decided not to and instead take this day off from doing anything but coasting through Sunday.

Black Swan

Black swan at Lake Eola, Orlando, FL. By Kim Hopf.

Black Swan

Black swan at Lake Eola, Orlando, FL. By Kim Hopf.