We lost alotta good men out there . . . (Alternate title: Numbers)

I will begin with the less interesting of the two (related) topics that I wish to mention. We are moving and so are purging ourselves of unwanted/needed materials. You will find eBay, Etsy, and craigslist laden with our possessions. The least pleasing of these things to be rid of is books. I.Love.Books. But, it just isn't practical to keep some. I will reread a few, but not all. Below is our most recent book purge; they have been getting smaller and smaller, as is likely to happen. (P.S. This is what the [first] title refers to, though I realize books are not, in many cases, men)



So if you are interested in clothes or a few items of furniture, let me or Carli know and we will hook you up with some shameless sales links. Now, on to more thoughtful matters.

As I write this sentence, according to my countdown, Carli and I are moving to Providence Hill Duplexes in Columbia, Missouri in exactly 9 days, 14 hours, 21 minutes, and 45 seconds. Whoa. Leaving Kirksville, an adventure 20 years in the making. We have both grown, learned, and loved here for two decades. We met each other when I was 15, Carli 16. September 11, 2005 was the fateful day when two paths crossed and began their journey to becoming One. It has been almost 5 years. A Blink in time. The most satisfying Blink I've ever experienced. We moved into an apartment straight out of high school in May, 2008; we couldn't wait to start our lives together. We lived there until, well, we got a dog and pets weren't allowed. So we found a good cheap house that we made our own. It had three bedrooms, we needed only one. Despite that, Fancy Pants (dog), Link (cat), Tate (cat), my Heart (girl), and I (me) managed to fill the place out comfortably. Time passed, so did bills. Unfortunate circumstances led to another, more economical move. We re-stabilized and moved again to an apartment near Truman campus. This has been our most recent home. It is a good one. Yes, we have noisy neighbors, but we still love it here. We get from our environment what we want, or try our best to anyway. And now we will move once more, not across town, but to another city. Yea, it's only an hour and a half away, but it's an hour and a half away. Excitement mixes with joy which mixes with anxiety to create something perfect. Our One life now takes its next step toward a bend around which we cannot quite see. And it is wonderful.