My sweetheart and I have contemplated a search for our next place and also about taking time to do some traveling for a while now. Well, Finally the time to bid farewell to our first little love nest is here...but before we stick the "For Sale" sign on our front lawn we have given ourselves the opportunity to hit the road and do a little traveling. It has been bittersweet and after weeks of carefully (and lovingly) packing 10 years of our life into boxes that are now stacked up high in a 10 x 10 unit, we bid farewell to our first home, our garden, our first kitchen, my dear peach tree, my lemongrass...
During the last weeks of packing, I suddenly realized that our current present would soon become part of our memories. I might or might not have teared up just a little bit, but I won't openly admit it. We haven't officially started the hunt for our next home so we decided to pack our bags and freely hit the road. His job brought us back to good ol' New Orleans where we will be for a couple of months. We came to New Orleans a little over a year ago and we were so taken by its charm and left in the hopes of a prompt return and here we are...
Well, with that said and to summarize a lot of things; "We're not in Kansas anymore"...I mean, Houston. We're living a out of a suitcase like a couple of vagabonds in love, except we're not in Paris yet. I have always toyed with the romantic fantasy of backpacking through Europe. Just my sweetheart and I, a light bag, and my paint tubes and brushes walking through the streets of Paris and getting lost among the Parisian street artists...((sigh)) I know. I do daydream a lot. However, in my defense, I do have quite an imagination and without it I couldn't call myself an artist. Right?
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