Every time I move, there comes a point when I decide I should not, in fact, move.
I hold tight to this thought, as I'm surrounded by boxes and piles and the To Do list blooms with ever more items. Surely, this is all madness, I think as I look at whatever room I'm packing up. I don't actually need to move. I'll contact the lease office and tell them it was a horrible mistake and I'll be staying at least one or five more years...
I'm super happy to be guest posting for my dear friend Megan at Sorta Crunchy. Megan and her family just bought a fabulous house in OKC and are in that crazy unpacking stage right now. It seemed only fitting that I share a few of my thoughts about moving, or really, how I deal with change. And appropriately enough, she ran it yesterday- the very day of my second Nashy anniversary. Head on over to read the rest!
