***Disclaimer*** I've had this post in draft mode since November. I can't believe I haven't been better about blogging! Sorry. Again.
We closed on November 17th, and by November 24th we had a house full of family and friends! 22 of them to be exact! We were seriously still unpacking boxes the morning of and Joey was installing the mailbox while the turkey was in the oven. But, we got it all done and had a wonderful time. The food was amazing that everybody brought, Joey made a delicious turkey, I made lil’ mini apple pies with my handy dandy new pie maker and we had lots to toast to. What a wonderful way to break in the new house!
Since then we've tackled the mother of all DIY projects. Our kitchen. I know, I know. We just moved in. But, from the date on our This Old House magazine that was our inspiration, it's been 5 years of drooling over this kitchen that we've always wanted. I've got lots to post on that soon. It may even have to be over several posts too. Crazy town and the most disruptive project to my life to date.
For the last ½ of my 29th year I need to:
Take a yoga class
Run or walk (or both) a 5K
Make at least one trip to Findlay Market
Get those pictures taken! AK! Scared!
D-E-R-B-Y (the plans are in the works, must find awesome hat and outfit or fascinator?)
Get to Chicago on the megabus - plans have actually changed for this. My BF, is expecting her first little bundle of joy in August and she just celebrated her 30th in February. We've made a pact that after she has the baby we are going to go to Chicago together, sans children, and celebrate our birthdays all over again.
Start planning this glamping trip - hold the phone. Those plans have also been altered. After much soul searching I decided that a farm dinner would be much more up my alley. Let's be real honest. I don't even like camping. Why would I want to spend a big birthday celebration doing so? So, we are just going to have a good old fashion farm fresh dinner party, and any dad's bluegrass band is going to provide the entertainment. Lots of long tables end to end, all the way out into the field. Candles. Flowers. Bluegrass music. Sounds perfect.
Find some peace, somewhere, somehow…although, I do already feel a sense of peace walking into this house every night. Ahhhhh....home sweet home.