"That's the world, Baby"

My extended break is intended to separate me from all the New Year bloggers, the ones that want to blog about fitness, recipes, and fashion. A resolution blogger is much different than a blogging Brat, or this blogging Brat at least. Now that you're through reading about cleanses and smoothies make-up routines and whatever, do I have your attention again? Ha, okay fine. I'm teasing. This break has been entirely because I bit off more than I could chew, my time exclusively went to my family this past month(s).

<WE MOVED>
Oh, and amongst all that move jazz, my family got to spend Christmas together. All together. Hallelujah. I didn't get to see all my cousins or all my grandparents, but my parents and all their kids were present, that's a win.
The holiday was amuck, amazingly amuck though. My boyfriend joined my family for the holiday and saved my procrasinatingly, grumpy, disorganized, grumpy, behind. Yes, grumpy was intended to be listed twice. I was a monster mover, it got the better of me, it still kind of is.
The HGTV channel ticked me off so much this last while, I have been desperate for completion, order, and even design. (when I should be grateful for family, shelter, and every survival mean imaginable), but I'm craving a big finale finished reveal. But, what's that they say? "Life's all about the journey.." Well, they're right. Dammit.

This move was pivotal, and it's ongoing. And, and, and..I could keep going.
Here's what I know, my sweetheart and I got to pass a bridge, the move-bridge (that's a thing I swear), we both told each other how much we dislike one another's moving methods and thought "oh lord help us" the whole time. But the bottom line is, he was a tremendous help, and I had to choke back "I'm sorry" tears time and time again. He has this hidden talent super power of patience, it's awe-inspiring. Life has a way ya'll, I am stunned by his big heart and all that my parents and siblings have accomplished these last several months. Our last shipment arrives this month, yay, I finally brought all my ball caps in from the garage, yay, and the one of the minuscule yays? We have things hanging our walls. This shouldn't be such an emotional triumph for me, but somehow it is. Things on the wall. The writing on the wall or what have you.

Which reminds me, I've known my sweetheart quite awhile. I should have known he was going to last when he MADE me, and by made I really mean made..forced actually... me to hang things up on my apartment wall my first year of college. He got up, dug around my apartment for a hammer and nails and threw some decor on my walls. Hammered into plaster, crooked, buut hung.
It's the little things.


























Now, photos.
Prepare for a hybrid of Italy-move and America-move documentation.
I'll share five for now.

Reunited. 

Chaos. Don't judge..

Speechless

One day there will be handles on this. "eventually" (when we find them)

Painting is TORTURE. all caps necessary. But when your Dad paints your name in Kentucky Blue are things really all that bad?

Okay, I've learned to despise the word eventually, yet I keep using it.. and lastly, I love my family. Thank heavens for them and my boyfriend. 

(My professor said "That's the world, Baby" during a lecture of his recently and it fits in with this post just right) 

Over and Out. 

B