A professional stager and photographer will be by in the next 48 hours.
Another load of crap will have to be taken to the dump.
And a couple dozen more boxes of accumulated clutter must get moved to my mom's garage.
Weeds need to be pulled, flower boxes should be filled, blah, blah, blah.
Sigh.
And no.
No. I don't know where I'll move to.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Not much has changed since the last time I did this.
:)
Deja vu.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Those lilacs my sister gave me on Sunday? SMELL GORGEOUS. Next house? Will have a lilac bush.
2. Advil. Holy Cow. Every single joint in my body is achy these days. You too? What is that all about?
3. Random Monday invite to see this:
And know what?
It was actually pretty good.
I liked it.
I'm thinking it might even be worth my while to read the book. Gasp.
If you don't mind reading a bunch of spoilers, Charlene wrote a great review here.
Shalom,
1 comment:
If I lived closer, I would stage your house...it's one of my favorite things to do, and Megan would photograph it. The uncertainty of not knowing where you will live is so stressful, I 'll be praying you find the perfect house with lilac bushes.
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