One box at a time.

It's happening again. We're moving.

Just writing those words makes me want to cry. I'm overwhelmed at the thought alone. It is supposed to be a good thing and eventually it will feel like a good thing but right now it feels exhausting.

I want to move. I really, really do. And Ryan does too. But I don't want to pack boxes, load boxes, unload boxes and unpack. I've done it way to many times.

I had this hair brained idea that we would stay organized and get rid of unnecessary junk as we pack. But the donate boxes, the sell boxes, the storage boxes and the unpacked things are piling up all around our tiny apartment and I just can't see the light anymore. Aaaggh!

*Deep breathe*

While in the midst of this mess I know I need to keep our goals in mind.

The new apartment is just that; new. It is 200 sq. feet bigger and more affordable. And we are renting from a single landlord, instead of a company, which already has been great. Ryan has been in good communication with the gentleman and he was friendly and understanding.

All though our dream of owning a home is a little further in our future I'm looking forward to having a fresh, new, different place to live for a year. Then, our last move will be a home. (Keeping my fingers crossed.)

For now, its one box at a time.