Time is a Flyin'

Gasp! It seems like just a few months ago we were packing up our 2100 square foot home and planning how we were going to integrate 2100 square feet of accumulated belongings into an 1100 square foot condo - with no basement, and wondering if what we would eventually build would have enough room in it for all our "stuff."

In truth, the packing process started as we painted and re-carpeted rooms. Some items have been packed away for well over a year. But by this time last year, DH and I were preparing to make that 600 mile move.

The move didn't just involve us however. We also moved his then 88 year-old father down here, and the preparations for that were even more involved.

We had also moved older daughter down here from Raleigh, NC, so she could attend TTU and live without a roommate.

As we are well into the "emptying the storage unit" phase of the move, I contemplate on all we have accomplished in the last year. Sometimes it staggers me, and I am sure the DH will be happy when I run out of things to do around the house. We certainly have kept busy with packing unpacking and then packing and unpacking again.

Then I look at the atomic clock on DH's office wall and wonder how long I slept last night because it shows the time as follows: 2:40 p.m. CST, APR 30 SUN 09.