Vacation. Home.

Limbo sucks.

That's where I feel like I am right now. I don't think we've ever had to wait this long to move into a new home. Could be that I'm just an impatient woman. Instant gratification, that's me.

Maybe I suck.

But we've got a whole house to pack and cleaning to do and utilities to switch over and a Birthday party to celebrate and another Halloween party to plan, all before moving day. And Indy's Birthday is tomorrow!

My little monkey boy is going to be six! The magical age of six! Magical for both children and parents alike! They still love toys, Disneyland and their parents. The innocence is still alive, well and heart-warming. We must celebrate all week!

But today, we'll be packing and purging and trying to keep focused on having only the items that we really need and love, go into the boxes. If we can't see it as having a useful place in our new home, it's not coming with us. This seems to be our motto.

We used to have eight people in our home. We've asked four of them to not come with us.

Dan and I are both picturing the home that we've always wanted, the home that we always seem to vacation in, but never come back to. We love our Hawaiian/Asian/Zen-like spaces and have no problem unwinding in their calm, positive settings. In them, moments become moments again, and not just chunks of blurred time that somehow slipped away.

We want to take our shoes off at the door and leave the problems that we've tracked home on their soles, not ours.

Having twice as many people as we really should have living with us made it nearly impossible to not track in all kinds of muck, literally and figuratively. We just can't see that kind of stagnant, negative energy in our new space.

Clean, positive, inspirational, relaxing-these are the four descriptives that we think of when we imagine walking into our home. Somehow, we feel that this will be more possible with less people than before living in it.

Home, sweet uncrowded home.