It is a process

I have to keep reminding myself that moving in and making a house into a home is a process. 

It is not something to be completed in one moment, or even one day or one week. 

(or month or year if we are looking realistically at this)

I have visions of bookshelves and media console/entertainment units. I picture bar stools and rugs, paintings and pillows. I imagine color where beige reigns supreme. 

Sadly, the world of retail in this tiny rural town has not seen fit to provide the items I imagine. 

(or not at a price I'm willing to pay, anyway) 

Online shopping, the new bane of my existence, is something I attempt, and abandon in a panic, nearly daily.

I am also hampered by the all-too-familiar not sure where to start, so I don't start at all syndrome.

Instead, daily life is keeping me busy. 

*Doing laundry, while Pencil spends time in the 'house' under the laundry room cabinets.

He has blankets, pillows, books and a flashlight in there. He calls it his room.

Like a Cream Pie to the Face*

Hi world, it is us. We're still here!
Where is here, you ask? Well...
HERE is known as limbo. We are currently house-less and chilling in the land of Utah. (A desert, yes, but it has been seeming so delightfully green and lush to my Arizona eyes) Yay for time to hang out with family and while our summer days away.
Sadly, the padre unit is still in Arizona, working his officially employed magic. Officially Employed! (and there is nothing like jumping into the busiest month and busiest weekend of that month to start a career off right! Am I right?) (Also, there is nothing like a 10 year process to lead up that blessed employment, either. Am I right?)
So I am blogging to fill the gap (because we must mind the gap) between the old Arizona days and the new Arizona days to come.
For your viewing pleasure:

Pictures at the park while someone was viewing our house for sale