pack it up, pack it in...let me begin

When it comes to packing, i'm crazy.  Like off my rocker, crazy.  But that means I'm getting the job done.  I lose track of time and my sanity in the end.  

About every summer for the past six or seven summers, this is what I've done.  Packed. Moved. Unpacked.  One more time is do-able.  I've made that drive to and fro Denver to SB seven times and once drove Kayla back to Denver from Seattle.  With all these credentials for cross-country moves, I'm going to suggest that this be the last.  To stay in a place for more than a year will be a record at this point.  Let's make it a goal.

Once our belongings find a final resting point at our to-be-determined permanent address I think we'll keep them there.  I'll even invest in some home decorations and wall paint to make it official.  I promise.

So, here's to a bit of packing to go.  And some sort of permanence in the future.