Hi everyone! I’ve just returned home from beautiful Portland, Maine where I was working on a Lowe’s Spring Home Makeover, and I cannot wait to share the final reveal with you all! If you’d like to see some “in progress” pictures, be sure to check out the hashtag #lowesmainemakeover on Instagram. It’s been a fun, wonderful, and productive week, but now I need to switch gears from creating new spaces, to packing up our house for our upcoming move.
Did I mention we’re moving?
It’s been a crazy couple of months at the G&D household, and soon a chapter of our lives will close as we say goodbye to the house we’ve called our home for the past nine years. We never intended on it being our “forever home” and because of that it’s always felt temporary to me – so so far I’m feeling mostly excited and only a little bit nostalgic…but ask me again tomorrow.
Did I mention we have no “next house” yet?
Okay, so really I’m feeling more like 90% excited, 10% nostalgic, 0% ready and 100% stressed. We’ve been planning for this move for the past year, but life tends to have a plan of its own and ours has led us into a state of limbo. All we know for sure is that we can’t wait to call Cambridge our home and Kate will be starting “Kindergarten Camp” there on Monday, meeting her future fellow classmates, her new school, new teachers, new everything. All of it brand new, and nothing and no one familiar.
Okay, so maybe I’m more like 90% anxious, 10% nostalgic, 0% ready and 100% drunk.
But no need to offer up your couch or well-lit street corner quite yet. We’ll be moving in with G’s parents for a few months while the dust settles and we contemplate our next steps. G’s parents (or “Grandma Pam” and “Grandpa Steve” as they’re more commonly referred to on the blog) are two of my favorite people on this world. They live close to Cambridge on a beautiful lake, and this will be our view from their patio all summer long:
We’re so grateful for this unexpected opportunity to breathe, collect our thoughts, and figure out what our next move is going to be. (Literally.)
In the meantime, I have a suitcase recently off the plane from Maine that I need to unpack, while at the same time we’re packing up 95% of our belongings to move into storage for wedontknowhowlong.
The only thing I do know for sure is that my mother-in-law makes a mean sangria and sometime tomorrow afternoon her son, his wife, and her granddaughter will show up at her doorstep and won’t be leaving anytime soon.
To some it may seem like a summer of stress, but I’m choosing to call it the Summer of Sangria.
Cheers to you all. If you need us, we’ll be at the lake.
Update: We’re Building a House!