We made a quick decision in a matter of hours to move one day earlier to avoid this white, flaky stuff.

After throwing loose socks, books, and peanut butter-randomness into boxes and lots of lifting and moving, Saturday came and so did the snow. But we were safe, somewhat settled, and kept warm with cocoa--sadly one of the few food items we did bring from the old place in the rush.

Alas, stockings were hung, a Christmas Eve birthday celebrated,


and Christmas came with simple gifts and longings for familiarity . During all of the festivities, we've tried with all of our might to make these new walls home. We're getting there. We're beginning to feel peace from all of the commotion.

All I want is my sewing machine to find a home, to find matching socks, and to take a walk in my new neighborhood at night and feel like its mine. Then I will have arrived.