The Move

So moving,,,not my favorite thing I've decided.  I feel like this process has been SO long.  We lived amongst boxes in Springville for a month while packing up. Then we had to live out of our bags for almost two weeks while we waited for our place to have some maintenance and cleaning done to it.  (Thankfully my parents live here so we could stay at their place.)  Then we’ve lived amongst boxes here for almost a week while settling in.  I do like to organize but I’ve reached my limit. 

While we were staying at my parents’, Drew cut another tooth and got Roseola.  Needless to say it was a rough week for Drewboy and all involved.  But he is back to normal and sure has enjoyed having more space to explore.  

How am I adjusting you may be asking (or not)?  I think adjustment takes a lot of time.  The pattern in my life with big changes usually has been that I am fine for the first little bit and then have my breakdowns after a few weeks or so.  That was the case with going off to college, the mission, starting teaching etc.  So, I really started to miss my friends and the familiarity of live in UT these last couple of days. This could also be because Andrew went to Europe for business with my dad for a week and I've been without internet and tv. (It's amazing how much I rely on those things.)  Life is good though and it's so nice to have my family close.

On a more positive note, there are some fun things that we like about here already.  On a Sunday walk, we could hear coyotes yowling as we neared our house (they were quite a few miles away…don’t worry).  Also, we really like our house.  It’s spacious and it’s on the “edge” of town so we have a great view of the little mountains that are nearby.  It’s fun to see the morning sky…we missed out on that for 3 years living in the basement. :)    

Don't mind the mess in the pictures...haven't decorated fully yet. :)

The living room by the kitchen is Drew's toy area. 

 Love this kitchen...lots of counter space and cupboards.

 The little nook off from the kitchen.

From the front door...which no one comes to in this area.