There is tumbleweed under the truck.

Since we moved life has completely changed.  I haven't blogged for a while because one, we have been busy, but more so because every one sounded like I was doing nothing but complaining. When going through a move everything feels so big. There are a lot of emotions, and things that are not all that important feel monumental. We have been here for two weeks and all the things that felt like the end of the world during the move, just don't matter anymore. I left things behind I wished I had kept, and kept things that I don't care about. Getting all the stuff organized and out is done. We drove here through winter weather, it was a little hairy but we are here. We got unloaded and have put our energies into finishing the house.

The reno and skirting the house have been a much larger job than we had thought.We will get done when we get done. I was aiming for the end of January, but now I am hoping for the end of February. I have to go to Victoria in there. It is a lot of work and a lot of money finishing the house. I have always said that everything always takes longer and costs more than you ever thought possible.

We are here and life is very different. I really like it and do not miss the city at all. I haven't been Mrs. Clay for a long time and I am starting to miss her. I haven't made anything out of clay for a long time either and I miss that as well. We will get the house done, then we will set up the studio and get to work. But right now, when I look out my living room window I see tumbleweed under the truck. Yesterday while working on the house, the elbow was in the fertilizer spreader. Life is good.

Until next time.

AKA Mrs. Clay