Last year was unlike any other year I’ve ever had. I think the silence on this blog kind of reflects that. Trucking along in a quieter-than-usual but other wise normal year, and then June 17th comes and off the grid I go. That’s when we finished packing up everything we owned in NJ (everything that was left after weeks of purging, yard sales, and donations), left the house we’d owned for 10 years, 7 months, and 12 days, spent a week driving across the country to Washington, moved into a rental apartment, spent three months looking at houses/putting offers on houses/buying a house, and then moved into our farmhouse on the 28th of September. It’s on six acres of forested woodlands, it’s beautiful, and I’m so in love with it out here.
Tag: planning
So, I have gotten my hands on some cool stuff lately. Like these t-shirts from Totally Good Time. (I also have a Gilmore Girls shirt, but I’m saving it for the Netflix premiere on Black Friday).
I can’t find my planner. Anywhere. I know I had it on Monday, and after that it seems to have vanished into thin air.
I shouldn’t be panicking about this. It’s only the middle of January, getting a new planner is no major challenge at this point. And there are many fabulous options to be had. But I’m unnerved because I can’t find my planner. It’s not miniscule, and it’s covered in rainbow polka dots. You can’t miss it. But I’ve torn apart my house, my car, and my library with no luck. There was nothing incredibly personal in it, but all of my To Do lists (I put a Post-It note on every week page with the things I need to do that week) and things are in it.