We have moved to Murray, Utah.. (ergo our lack of blogging due to lack of internet). We looked into moving to Salt Lake, but we felt like Murray was a more grounded place to raise our children, Kristin and Kara. We are dual posting. By dual posting I mean that I'm typing, and Rachel is sitting in the same spot she has been sitting in for twenty four hours... pretending to help think of sentences to add to the post... in order to keep me honest, for when I refer to this post as
dual post. Obviously.
Now that we've moved to Murray, I've been forced to ignore my germophobia due to the fact that we only believe in shopping at Deseret Industries. We now own all of your grandmother's ex-furniture. If you're ever feeling sentimental about your child hood times with Mema... feel free to come reminisce at 264 Ailee Lane.
Besides clouds, air mattresses, color coordinated closets, and a jungle gym in our back yard, another thing that comes along with Murray is laundromatting. This is no doubt our favorite part of Murray. Yesterday, We spent a total of three hours guarding our clothes after methodically filling seven tiny washers with extra concentrated soap to drowned out previous germs and heaven forbid hair in the public washing machine. I find it ironic that the place one goes to make their belongings clean... is quite the opposite of that. Documentary on Laundromats and the people that love them (a.k.a Laundromatters) coming soon.
Our good friend Murray has also introduced us to a new acquaintance we like to call 'Loft.' Loft lives in the master bedroom (mine and Rachel's of coarse)... inside the closet, above the color coordinated clothes. At first glance one might think that Loft was more of a ledge, or perhaps a mere shelf to fit small storage boxes on. Oh Contraire.. (Spell check is telling my that 'Contrare is not a word.. spell check is wrong). That is not the case. Loft is most definitely Loft. A secret and charming fort that is large enough to house an entire full size bed. Loft loves housing snugglers, movie watchers, and most of all reading parties. Loft is our newest favorite friend.
Visitors have now dissipated from the house in Murray. I am sitting in the floral grandma chair, relishing time to myself...with myself..(FYI: No more dual post, Rachel traded my for Giusseppe and the anime loving cousins). After a full day of various company, vegan cafe's, and job hunting (more or less)...I sit utterly alone as the ending of a Bon Iver song fades into quietude. Yet some how... some way... I begin to hear the familiar silence of the new snow falling. Tonight, I will sleep to the silence, and tomorrow I will wake up to the provider of it.
Goodnight Moon. Goodnight Mouse. Goodnight Chair. Goodnight (Murray) House.