We said goodbye to Fancy Pants Ranch today.
Two years ago, I would have thought this to be impossible.
A year ago, I would have given anything to blink my eyes once and transport us away from here to the next chapter.
But it didn’t happen like that.
And let’s face it: the process of moving is terrible.
Even with professional movers doing most (ok, all) of the heavy lifting, it’s painful.
Yesterday our pantry was packed and I am quite sure even half-eaten bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos were wrapped in paper and stowed away.
Given the uncertainty surrounding the move, we decided to rent a place for the upcoming year.
I’m calling it the Pop-Up Fancy Pants Ranch, due to its temporary nature.
Our new place is approximately 1/3 the size of the Ranch. I’m sure I will change my tune about this, but right now I’m oddly excited to live with less.
Much of our stuff is going into storage. Maybe we’ll bring it back. Maybe we won’t.
The biggest thing I’m looking forward to is having us all under one roof again. I think that will go a long way toward Happiness.