WELL, THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA

Four days.

Three houses.

One garage sale.

And we have arrived. Sealy Street is now our home.

Moving is hard work, just ask IV:



But it comes with rewards. Like a kickin' crock pot as a welcome to the block:



Seriously, though. After all the boxes, the appliances, the trips on the trailer, a pitcher of Dos Equis at The Spot in the dirtiest public state I've ever been in during my lifetime (which is saying a LOT because, well, I have a penchant for not washing my hippie hair), a big boy bed, a stint at the Star Furniture Massive Furniture Sell Off, and me having only one Massive Crying Fit Meltdown...

We are moved.

We have a new home.

And, boy howdy, does it feel fine.

Pictures to come.