Moving Day

Dear blog,

There's something about moving that is so exciting and anticipatory. Who knows what adventures this new location will bring? Maybe in this new space I will somehow be new. Not to mention I always find cool clothes that I forgot that I had.

Happy moving day to me!

love,

Rochelle

p.s.

There's an equal and opposite part of my soul that hates moving. I hate the change and the possibility of failure. I also hate the sweat and the dust and the physical labor. But this optimistic post is an effort to be optimistic. I will conquer you, moving day!

Doc

Dear blog,

When I'm staying at my parent's house my favorite moments are the simple ones. Everyone sitting around and giggling. Mom saying something outrageous and then promptly telling me not to tweet it (I always do.) Making food and eating all together. But one of my very favorite moments of being at home is when I come in late at night and my puppy hears me come through the door and I walk up the stairs and he comes to greet me. Then I kneel at the top of the stairs and rub his tummy and scratch behind his ears and he nuzzles my hand and let's me kiss him. There is something about loving and being loved that makes my troubles melt away for that moment and fills my heart with good. 

love,

Rochelle