I am officially Pittsburgh Pricey. Nothing is broken or lost, and we have lots and lots and lots of boxes. My new mantra is the same as my old mantra:
“Where is (insert just about anything)?”
“It’s in a box.”
It’s gorgeous here. We’re surrounded by forests that make all sorts of whooshy noises when the breeze blows through. And they’re all turning colors. COLORS! Who knew?
And night noises. Crickets. CRICKETS. They make all sorts of crickety noises that are so soothing and lull my blackened soul off to dreamland.
And country roads. COUNTRY ROADS. They’re adorable little narrow one-laners that wind through those gorgeous forests.
And my office view. MY OFFICE VIEW. It’s so foresty-pretty that it may soften my blackened soulless heart. MAY…And once I can actually get into my office, I’ll snap a pic of it.
I can’t wait to do more exploring but, well, my life is still in a box. The main goal is to unpack. But it’s supposed to drop down to the 50s this weekend, so I have to go out and shiver like only a transplanted So. Cal gal can.