So, the other day I was thinking… I know, I know… I bet your thinking, “Good grief, what’s she gonna write about this time?!” But don’t worry, I’m not about to wack you over the head with some personal opinions about eschatology, lament over my crazy escapades with my kids, or confess to you my shortcominigs as a mother on weekday mornings. I bet you all can’t wait till I get my new camera, eh? 
Okay now…where was I? Oh yes…I was thinking, and I realized that our family has been living in our current residence for over two years now! This is the longest we’ve ever lived anywhere. Isn’t that crazy? We’ve moved an average of every nine months since we got married. And although, for the most part, I very much dislike moving, I’m craving that “fresh start” feeling that one gets from moving. Don’t you like that feeling?
Unfortunetly though (or fortunetly, I guess, depending on how you look at it!), a move is not in the foreseeable future for us. However, I’ve resolved to spend this week “scratching” my itch. The thing that I most love about moving is the have I used this since we moved here? and/or do I really want to put time and energy into moving this? mindset. I’ve spent the first part of this week with this mindset…sorting through, and getting rid of “stuff,” and plan to do the same for the rest of the week. I’m on a roll! (I’m trying to convince Dave to help me rearrange some of the rooms, and even do a little painting too, but I think he’s had enough of such things with the prayer room remodel. 
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So, if I’m an absent blogger for the rest of this week, you’ll know where I am.
