I spent the day packing, rolls of tape and a sharpie in hand; only taking a break to indulge in some breakfast and coffee from the cafe by our house. Seeing all of my belongings packed up in piles of boxes makes me anxious. It is sort of nice to purge and start fresh, with clean counters, clean walls, uncluttered corners, bare wood floors. I had hoped I wouldn't be moving again so soon, but I do like the clean slate that comes along with it. There will be a whole new slew of "This Old House" posts coming your way in the coming months once we find a new vintage apartment to decorate and call home. Until then we will be staying with family, which we are very lucky and grateful to have, while we figure everything else out. We appreciate you more than you know.