Brett, Sebastian and I arrived safely to Missouri on Tuesday after visiting with both sets of my grandparents along the way. We thought we passed our 'pods' along the way but it turns out that this company and others like it have hit a record high this summer as far as business goes so our pods were a little late getting on the road. Oh well. It's been great to let someone else do the dirty work.
My grandma once called us Gypsies. Its never been more true than this week. The post where I shared our status with the original apartment can be found here. Long story short, we found out a few hours later that the apartment wouldn't be ours. With only 24 hours until our pods would arrive to be filled, we gathered ourselves and made new plans. We're thankful for the way things have turned out even better in round two even though we have been through the ringer emotionally with the not knowing and moving forward anyway. We have the most understanding and supportive families that have allowed us to go through this without trying to fix it or tell us we're being ridiculous. Our friends have been fabulous with helping us pick up the pieces and forge ahead. For all of the ways this attempt at a new start have soured, we are learning how fortunate we are to have our people.
We've been staying with family in the Midwest until our place to land is ready for us. It could be any day or the end of the month but we're making the most of the pause. If I was able to upload pictures of my flea market finds, I would show you the old, teal, school chair I found in SoCal, the ornate plastic frame from a junk shop in Seminole, the vintage sheets, blue frames, yellow dishes from Goodwill in Jeff City, the incredible set of metal chairs, vintage quilt, egg basket, flour sifter and etched mirror from an antique store in the same town and finally, the set of molded, plywood chairs that got away in Springfield. Oh, I will keep that story with me for awhile.
We will be back but not this week. I hope Father's Day is a sweet one.