We've decided to move. Again.
It's a long story which would best be told through a dramatic mini-series so I'll save all the torrid little details and just give the gist.
As most of you know we've been facing some noise issues since our move. It has taken a lot of time and a great deal of effort but we've been assured by the office of the Minister of the Environment that they are "actively working to ensure that the City of Quinte West and CBF resolve the noise issue." Thank the gods.
While we love our new neighbours, and are pleased as can be that the noise issue will be resolved, this whole experience has left a bad taste in our mouths and we simply aren't happy here. This is not the new life we imagined for our family. Rather than wallow in misery we'll pick up, move forward, and try, try again.
I hate moving. I despise packing. I don't like picking up boxes one little bit. What I do like are the possibilities that lay ahead. There is no doubt in my mind that we went through this ordeal for a reason and that there are much better times ahead ;)
Soooo, if I'm a tad quiet over the next while you know it's because I'm busy packing, sorting, organizing or busy doing something else that isn't nearly as fun as crafting. Wish us luck!