changing something

Well, we are approaching the 4 year mark in our home.

Since I've been an Aubry, I have never stayed in a home longer than 3 years.

I'm a coach's wife, what can I say?

So, usually around this time, I am cleaning and packing and cleaning and packing and cleaning and packing. . .

In one word: changing.

Changing my address, my surroundings, and, of course, my wall colors.

It's no wonder I have such a desire to change my surroundings right now.

to change the things I look at everyday.

to make them different.

fresh again.

new again.

So, as my dear husband tolerates my crazy obsession with switching things up, I turn the house upside down and inside out to freshen the walls and the furniture, and the decorations to make it feel new again.

It is, after all, Jason's fault, I believe, for programming me to feel this every spring.

I will admit, he has done this to me.

I'm just content to change up the inanimate contents of our home instead of changing our address.

I have no desire to pack.

no desire to move.

I'm tired of packing tape and cardboard.

unless it's being used to catch the overspray of paint.