To Infinity and Beyond (or, there is life after moving day)
Reading in the great room The nights here are quiet, with a velvet black sky littered with sparkling stars. Fresh, crisp air enters your lungs with each deep breath you unconsciously draw, the body's natural reaction to the serenity and awe of standing underneath the mighty constellations. An occasional sighing sound reaches your ears as the breeze rustles the pine boughs. Another deep breath brings the scent of earth and living things. No longer just the figment of my dreams, this is my new reality - as of April 14, our new log house is HOME! Josie helps with packing MOVING DAY: If you've ever moved yourself, you know the drill. You pack. You stage. You pick up the U-Haul truck. You ask strong friends to help. You load the truck. You drive the truck. You unload the truck. You return the U-Haul. You return home. You assemble your bed. You collapse into it with exhaustion. Well, our story had a coup...