#missionfindmrssmithherownhome

So life is still going really great except that I want all my things back. You heard me; I'm a materialistic girl. When I want to wear shorts in March, I want the option - instead I'm thinking how they are pilled head deep in boxes, tubs, or wherever my husband packed them (in reality I think they are all still too big for me). I want to take out everything and make a space for it. I love unpacking, minus organizing all the clothes. I just want to move on. I'm not sure how other cultures do it. I know it's a first-world, American problem. I'll salute the flag and demand my own home as part of the American dream. This says nothing on how Grandma Smith governs her home; she allows us to need nothing, but alas I know she wants her home back too. And that's that folks. I told Mr husband that I want my own home for my birthday. I know he wasn't planning on getting me anything else. Can you believe I'll be 27!? d.y.i.n.g because that means Lexi will be T.W.O

#thecountdownison #missionfindmrssmithherownhome

In the meantime, I'm gearing up for a two week trip back to Hickory NC to help one of my bestest friends bring her third child home. It'll be great to go back down memory lane and enjoy some of my well missed favorites namely Wild Wok sushi rolls & Nara's teriyaki chicken. I also can't wait to take way too many pictures of the new little guy. It is a little crazy to think I wanted to get pregnant at the same time as her, and now she is just a few weeks from her due date! Lets just hope life goes according to plan when it comes to keeping baby on our schedule for the trip…and keeping all the other stars in alignment.

Our last home . . . the yard looked 20xs better when we moved out

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