It was my last time to sleep in my bed in our first “purchased” home. I did my last cooking and my last cleaning. It’s hard to believe that we’re really leaving Nashville and selling our home. The “for sale” sign went up yesterday.It’s actually kind of nice that I’m leaving- I don’t want to witness all those random strangers traipsing through my home and critiquing my paint choices and wall hangings. And I want to believe that a cute little family will move into our house and love it just as much as I do!
It’s always hard closing chapters and starting new ones. It’s especially hard, because working with a realtor, interviewing for jobs, organizing a move and wrapping up lose ends makes you forget that really you’re moving away. I know I’ll be back- probably in a month on two when we actually move our furniture, but it won’t be the same. I won’t live here anymore.Despite moving quite a bit in my life, I have a strange attachment to the places that I live. I remember after my sophomore year of college- I packed up my things in my apartment and got in my car to drive home for the summer and I looked up at our front door and I started crying. It wasn’t an especially nice apartment or that I would miss my bedroom or kitchen. I just knew that things would never be the same again. I wasn’t going to live with those same girls or walk the same way to my classes. A chapter of my life was closing.

And now, another chapter is closing. It’s sad and I’m sure I’ll cry a little bit, but it also means another one is beginning. We’re really trying to view this as an adventure- some days that goes better than others.
So, this is my last time to blog in my first house and I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get to a computer again. My new housing will be somewhat- transitional, temporary, and primitive?!?! You can look forward to that blog! Ha ha!








Well, I'll be honest, this trifle was the product of another kitchen mishap. It actually turned out okay and no one would have to know that this trifle is actually a cupcake gone terribly wrong, but I'm continuing with my efforts of being an open and honest blogger, especially with regards to my cooking adventures.
















Saturday night, we went to MAFIAoZA’S for dinner. They have pizza and pasta dishes named after famous Mafia people and things. You’re gonna love it or else . . .










