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A New Home

There's something exhilarating and terrifying about moving to a new home.

It starts with a vague idea, the supposition that maybe, possibly, there's a place out there where you belong. A place where the light falls just so, where you feel comfortable being yourself, where your ideas make sense. Maybe you've been there in your dreams; it's entirely new, yet somehow familiar. It's your space, and it's just waiting for you to arrive and occupy it.

There are things that might stand in your way. All the beautiful things that you're giving up. Some of them can be packed into boxes with bubble wrap and care. Some of them are too fragile, or anchored to the earth, and must be left behind. The most important things, of course, are not things at all, but the people who may visit you, or may silently fade into your past.

Evie and Uh Oh: A Love Story

A couple of weeks ago, while hiding from potential buyers who wished to tour our house, we took Evie to lunch at Red Robin, where she got a red helium balloon. She fell head over heels for that balloon, tugging on the string, squealing, and talking to it in her sweetest Evie voice. We brought it home with us, where she continued to play with it. She accidentally released it and it flew up to the ceiling. She pointed to it and said "Uh oh!" - then repeated this about 30 more times through the course of the afternoon. We would get the balloon down for her, she'd play with it for awhile, then she would let it go and say "Uh oh" until we retrieved it again.