There is an expression "when balloons go up", that is meant to describe a serious situation or impending trouble. I suppose that phrase could describe the state of my blog. But life has been anything but blue. On nearly a whim my husband and I have decided it's time to find a new home. We were planning on starting upon that journey in the spring but on our anniversary I guess we were starting to get a bit itchy --it has been seven years afterall -- and nearly impulsively decided that there was no better time than the present. So now one heat wave, two storage units and lots of elbow grease and $$$ later I am living in a nearly empty picture-perfect house that doen't seem so small now that the trappings of our life our gone. Those trappings however are our life and we are waiting things out until we can be reunited again.
So here after almost two months from that decision we are showing our house, shopping for another one, and had a fantastic vacation in the lovely Letchworth Park, where one of my lifelong dreams came true.
So when this balloon went up and I with it I look at it as nothing short of a harbinger for good things to come. I may need to get out my ruby slippers to help find our way to our new home.