There’s No Place Like Home February 17, 2009
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Family, Kansas, My Handsome Husband, Thoughts, Utah , 8commentsTomorrow night I will oficially be a “Kansonian” or “Kansan.” Or whatever.
This is my last night in Utah.
This is the last night I live out of a suitcase, or sleep on someone else’s bed.
This night has been three years in the making.
Tomorrow, I will be reunited with my “stuff.” And like I mentioned before, it’s not that I love my stuff so much, it’s just that it’s my stuff. And if my kids play on it, jump on it, barf on it, or ruin it, I’M TOTALLY OKAY WITH THAT because they’re my kids ruining my junk.
I’m so DANG excited to have a place of my own again. My own space. My own things.
Our families have been so generous and hospitable to us the nine months we’ve been in Utah, and for that I am so grateful.
But I’m pretty sure they’re ready to for their own space again too. 
Today, I have mixed emotions. I’ll miss my family. I’m going to miss the familiarity of the city. I’m anxious about flying with two kidlets in tow. I’m beyond excited to get into my own place.
This will be the last post for a few days. I would be fighting nature if I didn’t “put everything in its place” immediately (because I am teeny tiny bit OCD. Just kidding. But no, really.) and that has to happen before I can think, or eat, or take a shower.
I’ll be writing again from my next adventure in Kanas!
See you then!
P.S. On a side note, my sister called and said her baby was barfing all night. She thinks her baby has the flu. Dallin was swaping spit with this baby last night as they slobbered all over the same chew toys.
AWESOME.
