I don’t exactly know what I look like right now, and I don’t really care. I’m sure I will care once I see my reflection again, but for this moment, I have the luxury of making choices based solely on how I feel in my skin.

When I woke up in our new (old) farmhouse for the first time, it was shocking. We had arrived quite late and extremely tired with our five year old in tow the night before, and besides blowing up mattresses and finding our toothbrushes, I don’t remember much. But as the sun rose, so did I, alone for a little while in the quiet to survey the new scene. I was…underwhelmed.

In the almost six years that we lived in our NJ house, we somehow filled it up. Sound familiar? I remember the sense of freedom and giddiness when we first got the keys at closing and walked into it empty. “A blank canvas. So many possibilities.” It didn’t last.

“Just when the caterpillar thought life was over, it became a butterfly.” Hello, friend. Thank you for joining me here. Moving during a global pandemic was a unique experience…