Tuesday, December 13, 2011
I've been living in chaos -- out of boxes, amid packing tape, among slowly dwindling furniture -- since the first week of November. It's not fun, but the end is in sight.
Monday night, I made lasagna (more in an attempt to use pantry and freezer staples than a desire to have Italian), but realized as I pulled it from the oven that it is the last meal I'll cook in this home. Tuesday is mac n' cheese, Wednesday is a birthday dinner out, Thursday is a send-off girls' night out, and Friday more than likely will be pizza. So......lasagna. Who would've thought?
There is hardly anything left in the house -- 2 TVs that need a new home here in TN; a crib; 2 beds; 2 chairs; and the kitchen table. Erin's mirror; several boxes of toys; my desk. Suitcases ready to head south for the holidays.
It's surreal -- this season of decking the halls -- to be in an empty house completely unadorned for the holidays. It makes me all the more exciting to decorate my new home next year....a new house, with a new child rolling about under the tree. Again, who would have thought?
When we came to Tennessee just over 3 years ago, I truly thought that this little country town and this beautiful house would be our forever home. I couldn't have imagined the life Jim and I would experience during this chapter, or that it would be so full but so brief...
Posted by The Writer Chic at Tuesday, December 13, 2011