I've identified a pattern we follow when moving. Where shall I begin? Really it's more of a loop. It goes something like this. First, when preparing to move, I look around our home and think to myself, or out loud to Joel, "It won't be that bad. We don't actually have that much
Last weekend I zipped through the novel Hausfrau at an astonishing rate. It was so good. The author, Jill Alexander Essbaum, is a poet and her use of alliteration, imagery and metaphor is phenomenal. The book is set in Zurich, which despite the dark subject matter, made me so homesick for the tr
In just a couple of days, our little guy is going to be five months old. It seems like forever ago and just yesterday at the same time. With the move and so much change all at once, we are still reeling and recovering. But, despite all of the chaos, we had a really beautiful, inspiring birth with
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 Now that we're moving, all I think about is furniture. I think it's partly because I have nowhere else to channel my nesting energy while packing up our home and getting rid of things, and partly because
Some big changes lie ahead for our little family. With baby boy making his entrance this summer and our move coming up, I'm dealing with it as best I can. But honestly, I love our apartment and city life so much, it's hard for me to give it up. :( Moving forward in life is always like tha
