While I Was Busy Making Other Plans...

I have tried a couple of times over the last week to get this written but always got sidetracked or just found something blocking my flow to write. It's harder to get words out that you are choking over than to talk about the happy stuff. But, in the end, it's all happy stuff, right?!

At the beginning of this month, Rob and I moved into my mom's house for our Transitional Phase in this Great Adventure of ours as a way to: spend time with her before we leave, save some money, and become mobile/compact as this will be our lifestyle for quite a while. Now, no one can ever get this wrong: I love my momma with all my heart as one of my closest friends and respect her dearly. BUT, I am so ready to have the smell of salt water in my nose, the feel of sand under my feet, and the endless possibility of whatever the ocean and future holds before us that my soul is about to climb out of my skin and take flight! This, of course, means that I am going crazy no matter where I live! (Not to mention we are married 30-something-year-olds - as a general rule, all of us in that category crave our own space.)