Bullet Point Biography:

• I am moving, again, to the first place that's felt like home since 345 6th St.
• I am leaving tomorrow with a bunch of brothers and an almost sister-in-law to spend Christmas at my mum's in Florida.
• It's a 23 hour drive.
• We are packing our house tonight so that we can move upon arrival at home on the 28th.
• I have been fighting a sore throat for a week and today it's turning into a full blown cold.
• I am guzzling emergency-C and ginger tea with lemon and honey.
• Because it's a 23 hour drive.
• I sorted through two floor to ceiling bookcases tonight and am getting rid of four big bags of books.
• I should be heartbroken, but all I can think of is, "How can I get rid of more?"
• One of my best friends has been in town for a few weeks and is only here for a bit more and I feel like I haven't seen her at all.
• I take all the blame.
• Another friend and I are dreaming of a roadtrip next year (which is almost here, can you believe it?).
• I need to air my head out.
• And my heart.
• The conversation happening around me is about locker room showers.
  
• The entire upstairs of our new house is one room with dormers and wood floors and space, wide open space.
• We're dubbing it the Common Room and filling it with soft things, throw rugs, and spaces for art and the Holy Spirit.
  
• We making it a place for homework, artwork, worship, and prayer. Come one, come all.
• We need futons and a papazan and other flexible furniture for it: do you have some?
• I'm in love. I confess.
• My heart is completely besotted with two boys.
• I don't care who knows.
• No, you cannot have my awesome orange leather chair that I got for free.
  
• Because I said so.