When Much Is Preceded By Too.

It's just too much.

Too much space, too much separation, too much stuff.  

Stuff we don't use, books we're not going to read again (or can get at the library), 

games we don't play.

We've always been mindful of not collecting "things" for the sake of a collection and not being emotionally connected to stuff, but when you continually tack on square footage, before you know it, you spread out and fill the space.
In addition, the more stuff you have, the more "stuck" you feel.
You just aren't as mobile.

We want to be intentional about guarding our flexible and mobile status.
We wrote a "blank check" with our whole lives.
We meant it then and we mean it now.
We weren't kidding when we said we'd "Go."
(There is no news I'm keeping or a secret story here, that I'm aware of. :))

Also, this two-level house bit has never sat right with me. I am grateful for a beautiful home, don't misunderstand me, but it's just too easy for the teenager to retreat in the bedroom upstairs and too hard to coax her out all the time. It's also too easy for the state of the upstairs bathroom to go unnoticed by the House Manager for too long a time period. I'm not saying anything, but I'm just saying that Mommy Dearest may have been near. 

We need less stuff, less space.

So, we're doing something about it.

Here's the plan of attack for Operation Downsize:

Purge Stuff

Again.

And, since we do purge semi-often, this time it's stinging a bit. It's kinda the sting of smacking the water with your just your arm, not the whole belly flop sting. There's not really weeping and gnashing of teeth over it, but there is a little blood (paper cut), sweat (getting hot), and tears (all. the. pictures. stay.). The stinging is mostly on my part, actually. I'm seeing dollar signs. I know what we paid for this accumulation of stuff. 

The Little Sister has placed herself in charge of this little purge party. The other day, we were going through some books, & came across a really cool US States book that we have used and enjoyed and I paid good money for at the Homeschool Convention! Still, Little Miss Getter Done was all, "Mom. It goes. We have the Google."  

Just like that arm flop in the pool, the sting only lasted for a minute. 

I know I've got to (CLICHE ALERT!) put my money where mouth is and do the thing. 

So I forced the book on a friend not five minutes ago. :)

We're Moving.

Because we are a special kind of crazy.

We have been in this house 8 months. And we are moving 1.2 miles down the road. It is the kind of nutty that can only be explained by the Lord, but the short explanation is that we were feeling it and then we got a call from the homeowner of the house we currently live in. After an honest conversation, we realized we were on the same page. (Thank you, Lord.) So, we are parting ways at a mutual beneficial time. This couple has been amazing; we are grateful.

We aren't quite sure what the Lord is doing with this nomadic lifestyle we've adopted these last couple of years, but it's what we're doing. We lived in one place for five years, then another for eleven. Since March 2012, we've had mail delivered to six different addresses. 

I don't even know.
Also, moving is the debul!

The New Digs.

We are going back to an apartment and we are so excited!

We are knocking off about a 1000 sq ft of living space, including two bedrooms and a bathroom. We will still have two bathrooms, we currently have three. While I believe three bathrooms for four people is absurd, one would be catastrophic. I was kidding before about the Mommy Dearest thing, but sharing a bathroom for any long period of time would make Joan a reality.

Check this out, though: the girls are even pumped to share a room. Although, I'm fairly sure they are blinded by a balcony and a pool view. :) Still,  I can already hear the "Conflict Resolution Practice" in my head. It's good for them. 

I know it's not for everyone, but we've done apartment living several times and we like it.
There are so many factors to this.

Listen, the older these Sisters get, the heavier their school load is, and they are planning to play volleyball for our homeschool league, which is a big commitment. the low maintenance apartment will be helpful, I believe.

Plus.

No lawn maintenance, a clean pool, onsite fitness, and daily valet trash pickup. 

Those are beautiful words:

Daily valet trash pickup.

Lest anyone worry for my poor kids, that left balcony just above the barbecue area-
on the 2nd floor-that's the balcony off the girls' room.

In order to combat the boredom we evidently fear, we thought we'd go ahead and do this little purgey-movey show in about thirty days with a preplanned trip thrown in the middle. You know? The episode where Spazzy Spouse gets an idea that has to be executed now? So, the whole family condenses life from a four-bedroom house to a two bedroom apartment in two-weeks, then goes on a big road trip, and comes back to move and send kids off to camp!
Yah, that one!

I wonder how these plans will change as soon as I hit the "publish" button? 

Bless.

I wanna hear y'all's crazy moving stories!