So we are a little homeless these days. Our house of 6 years sold right after the new year. It was the strangest Christmas I have ever had. No decorating. Lots of packing. Opening up gifts in the saddest living room. We were completely moved out Dec. 27th.
We moved into my grandmother's home (she is in Florida for the winter). We were so lucky to have that space available. It's a little tight there though. We are using 2 of the 3 bedrooms to store our stuff that wouldn't fit into storage. Little Ollie sleeps in the living room under his tent that holds his crib mattress. The entire situation isn't bad but I'm so over it. I'm ready to be in our own space again. I'm ready to put our new home together. Sometimes I wake up at 3am thinking about what I want and where. Thank goodness for Pinterest!!
the white house" for me (us) November 2007. We got married next door to it, made so many memories in it, put so much work in it, started a family in it. Ollie is, however, very excited about his new home. Right after it was framed, he picked out his room (and has never changed his mind and switched). We go over a couple times a week to look at the progress. Hopefully only 6 weeks left.
Ok ok, so one last thing. So even though we have places to stay, we're constantly bouncing around. Almost everyday when I pick Ollie up, he will ask me where we are staying tonight. "Mom are we going to Jojo's or Granny's?" Like I said, homeless!