If you could plop a shadow into sunshine and bunnies - THAT's what this last leg of our homeless adventure would be summed up as. No joke. So wonderful that we made it a 2 week stay!
Our tour of lumpy beds finished up at another set of parents' spare room. And I am happy to say that it has been the perfect combination of hospitality, "chill", and occupied time that anyone can wish for. The home cooked meals were superior, the baseball games on tv were pleasantly appealing to my chill-searching husband, and the new hobbies that I picked up to occupy my time and actually tolerate the endless baseball games on tv were and still are rays of sunshine. (They're so sunshiney, they soaked the bank account dry, ha ha!)
My Martha Stewart aspirations have approached another profound check mark on the list of womanly "supposed to know how's" and I, Tamatha, am the creator of handmade jewelry. Oh yeah. Be jealous. This newfound craft has taught me 2 things: 1.) I love to model earrings and they never make me look fat & 2.) My headaches from eye-strain will soon outweigh my unwaivering denile of my age and the annoyances that come with it.
So now we embark on the transition leg of our journey that includes the transport and unpacking of mountains of boxes that resemble the livelihood of a rookie hoarder. In our greatest attempts to avoid such lifestyle, the husband has informed me that another purge of un-needed items needs to occur... we're waiting on an agreeable definition before such action is to take place. So as we buckle up for the final turns on this journey, we are truly able to see how blessed we are. As we reflect, we see many lessons learned and prepare for another exciting chapter of our Feasible Fairytale.
Happy hub being officially up-to-date with every single baseball game that has played or thought about playing for the past to weeks = Good Ending.
Happy wife with new hobby, NOT OLD ENOUGH FOR GLASSES, with lots of rest, remarkable jewelry that I mu$t $ale and stop wearing, and wonderful memories made with sweet family = Best Ending I Could Ask For.
Weeks 3& 4 of homelessness: Complete... with bells on my feet.
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