Moving

In one week we move to a new home, our first home. After 6 years of being on the go, renting cramped apartments, we will finally have a place to call our own. I'm trying not to romanticize this, as I realize there will be many challenges. Bills and repairs will abound. And I've come to realize that whenever there is something I really want in life, once I get it, it's not so good anymore. The grass is always greener on the other side. Once I have what I thought I "needed," my mind immediately turns to the next thing I "need."

But it's hard not to be excited. For the first time, we will paint a room without getting permission! I can plant flowers and vegetables that won't be trampled or eaten (scratch that - the dog will most likely do both these things). And our little girl will grow up in her own "place" in the world, where memories will be in the making every day.

While packing boxes and cleaning house, I will be blasting this song: "Your Heart is an Empty Room" by Death Cab for Cutie.

Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue

Home's face: how it ages when you're away
Spring blooms and you find the love that's true
But you don't know what now to do
Cause the chase is all you know
And she stopped running months ago

And all you see is where else you could be When you're at home
And out on the street Are so many possibilities to not be alone

The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
But you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
Cause you knew you were finally free

Cause all you see is where else you could be, When you're at home
Out on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone
And all you see is where else you could be,
when you're at home,
There on the street,
are so many possibilities to not be alone