I guess it's fortunate that my ancestry includes Gypsies. In the three years since I started this blog you've followed me through two moves. In the decade I've been with my husband we've moved seven times, none of these pansy-ass inner-city moves. Up and down the Eastern Seaboard, Cross Country, Up Coasts, here, there and everywhere.
We're going to add another notch to our collective belt buckle. In the industry my husband works in, moving is a part of life. This by far has been the shortest time in between moves (10 months for those keeping track) but it's a great opportunity and we'd be foolish to pass it up.
So once again, we'll pack it up and get it on the road to start new somewhere else. This time is very bittersweet. While I didn't want to move here, I grew up here and I'd much rather move to a city I've never experienced before than one I'm used to, my best friend is here and she's going through a rough patch and could use some support. So that sucks.
This time around the Emerald City has been good to me: I've spent time with my family, my best friend, adopted Bruce, got some awesome thrift scores...in general had a blast.
Where are we going you ask? Here's a super-giant, big hint:
We'll be moving at the end of December. We're looking for a place now, so if anyone has some leads let me know!


































