Lumpkin and I are moving again. This makes four times in two years. All told, well over forty moves for me since the age of eighteen. Just when I'm feeling like the worst Mom in the world, Lindsay says "I can't wait to move! It's exciting every time!" What a kid! As much as we love our good friend Hasseman, it's just not working out. Living together is tough and I don't want our friendship to suffer. He was in a bind, we were in a bind, and thought we could pool resources. Losing the job I had and being unemployed for two months made a bad financial situation worse. Then take into account a new, lower-paying job, longer commute and new bills and something's gotta give. So we are moving back to the small town we were living in (ten minutes away) for cheaper rent, lower utilities and the privacy that we had living alone. Just wanted to give my blog friends the heads-up that I may be MIA while making the move. Thanks for understanding!
