Well, we moved. Again. In case you were wondering where I’ve been. You would think I was getting paid for moving as often as I have. Almost like a reality television show, where I would get paid to move to different cities and allow you to follow us on our adventures — the restaurants, the events, the sights.  I wish. It’s more the opposite. Moving isn’t cheap, and I’m certainly not getting paid to do this almost every year. Perhaps I have some kind of disorder when it comes to being settled. Perhaps I don’t want to feel settled. Who knows. By now I would consider us experts at moving. 5 rentals in 7 years. Ridiculous. On the bright side, I guess there is something wonderful about moving into a new place. Out with the old, in with the new. Clean, de-clutter, drop a load to the Goodwill, start fresh. As much as I hate packing, I have to admit, I love to unpack. Put the music on and organize. Almost therapeutic. Until your baby wants your attention and you have to put the unpacking on hold and snuggle and play. Not complaining, just a different kind of move this time! But to the point here, our new place has a full on garden in the front yard, with planter boxes and all! Basil, tomatoes, lemons, limes and more. And in the back we have grapes. GRAPES! In our backyard. And they’re delicious. When I walk in the back, I smell grapes. I love it. It makes this move all that better. I’m excited to save money by living out in the hills, and hopefully we can begin to daydream of the day when we finally plant our roots, and settle somewhere. Whatever that means. More pics to come.