Homeless, homeless

I don't mean to hurt Debbie's feelings when I say that we're homeless. She has, of course, fully opened her home--and her bounteous kitchen--to our little family. But it's so strange being without a place of our own. And also, I don't deal well with change. Actually, I'm horrible at it. And guess what? So is Norah. Poor, poor Nic.

So, yah. We listed our home in Eagle Mountain and it sold within a couple of weeks. That was awesome for my anxiety about selling our house before our new house was finished. But remember the part about Norah and I being terrible with change? The first night we went to sleep at Grandma Debbie's, Norah told me that she just wanted to go to her home and rest for a little while. And that's all I wanted to do, too.

You see, we've lived in our lovely little home for seven years--nearly our entire married lives. Norah hasn't known anything else. I had the best support system there, with two neighbors who have become some of my closest friends.

Norah was completely potty trained, and then when we moved in May, she was completely not. Her anxiety came out in reverting back to old habits and not sleeping, like, at all. My and Nic's anxiety came out in the form of depression. It wasn't the best couple of weeks.

I completely realize that how ridiculous this all is. Oh, you had to move out of your perfectly beautiful home so you can build a bigger, even more beautiful home? Someone needs to slap me in the face. Really, you're welcome to hit me over the head and tell me about your actual problems.

Most of all, though, I'm just grateful. I'm a better, more whole person than I was when I entered this home. Our time in this space in this little part of the world has been the best of my life. And I will always have that with me.

In order of importance

Hey, did I ever mention that we sold our house? We'll have to talk about that later because, you guys, this happened:

Travis Wall posing for a picture with ME happened. I'm STILL geeking out!!!

Followers of my life know that I am a HUGE fan of So You Think You Can Dance? Like, an uber-fan. Like a 12-year-old girl celebrity crush infatuation. Like, I've watched the show for 10 years, go to the performance tours, go to the live auditions, and have been to a live taping. I'm that person. And I am unashamed!!!

For those of you who don't know, Travis Wall was the season 2 runner up and has been a love of my life ever since. He now choreographs for the show and has a dance company, Shaping Sound, that's currently on tour. Nic and I saw the performance a couple weeks ago at Capitol Theatre. I wish I had better words for how good it was. We were two rows from the stage. We could hear the dancers breathing and landing. I could feel the air moving. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be able to move my body like that for one single second.

We had a babysitter, thank you Mom and Dad, so we didn't have to be in a hurry to leave afterward. All the dancers were mingling, you know, like you do I guess. Travis came out and I was too nervous and shy to do anything. So Nic, my hero, walked right up to him, told him we were big fans, and took a picture for me. Travis even SMELLED amazing.

And that was it. I died. I'm actually dead right now writing this.