Walking away from this home is hard.
I think I secretly fear I’ll forget.
The time I ate something really horrid and tried to convince Tyler that I could be sexy despite the gas so I didn’t have to sleep on the couch.
The time Josef, our black kitty, jumped off the banister on the deep end of the stairs, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop laughing about how ridiculous he looked mid air. He was completely fine, by the way. Just disappointed that he didn’t catch the fly.
The time we thought we’d challenge ourselves to a month of daily sex ‘just because’, only to find out we’re insanely out of shape. That deserves a full length story all of its own.
Or the time I got locked outside butt naked during the middle of the day….because, well, I’m Laura Emily and this pretty much sums up my life.
This home was a safe container for birthing a lot of ideas- planting the seeds for change and growth to occur. And while I know the next home is a brewing mix of fertile grounds and tree top canvases to catch the light, I’m going to miss it right here.
Laura Em. Don’t forget.
Especially getting locked out butt naked. That is one mistake not worth repeating.