Have I ever mentioned how much I hate packing? I have moved five times in the past six years, and honestly, I’m SO OVER IT.
Since moving to Chicago, we’ve been living in the church’s rectory. We were supposed to stay here until mid-January, but since we’ve already lined up an apartment, and since we obviously don’t have enough to do, we’ve decided to move on Saturday. The 20th. Less than four days from now.
God help us.
Our new apartment is in Rogers Park. It’s a 2 bedroom/2 bathroom garden level apartment. The building has been totally rehabbed, and Josh, Jude, and I will be this unit’s first occupants. I’m really excited about the move. I’m excited that we’ll be in our new, permanent dwelling in time for Christmas. Unfortunately, the likelihood of us putting up a tree is slim to none, but at least I’ll be able to put out a few decorations in time for the 25th.
So, as much as I’d like to say that I’m going to get back to posting daily (or near that), the truth is that the next week or two will probably be subject to sporadic posting as I should be spending all of my free time packing, moving, or unpacking. I do, however, miss writing, so as soon as things get settled, I’m going to get back in the writing saddle.
… fair warning.





