The pile of unpacked boxes is heaping outside of my garage.  Signs of progress, thankfully.  

I keep trying to reorganize them to better stacks, but what’s really the point when they are just going to go out to the road.  No more moving, right??  

I am not in love with where I put anything yet.  I’m just trying to get stuff out of boxes.  I can’t handle the boxes!! I unpacked my bathroom today, and I could care less where I was putting stuff in the drawers, as long as I got those darn boxes out of the bathroom.  

Things are just a hodge podge.  Semi-organized.  At least to keep me sane.  I’d love to paint and decorate every room in the house, but that’s just going to have to wait, probably for a few months.  I’d also love to plaster my family pictures all over the walls, but it’s not quite appropriate to do that yet either.  

I keep starting over.  Buy a house.  Unpack.  Take awhile to settle.  Decorate.  Remodel.  Get comfortable. Make a house a home.  Mess that all up and move.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.  

Literally.  

I hope I’m tired of that enough to actually stay put for once.  

Oh look!  That green stuff?  That’s called G-R-A-S-S.  Say it with me now. . . Grrrr-ass.  Grass.   It’s this neat thing called a yard.  A place for little boys to run around in.  Oh, never heard of one before?  Me neither!  This is new to me! 🙂