nomad life

I'm 90 percent sure the woman who has printed all of my return address labels during the last year thinks I am running from the law.

And this weekend, I'm about to push any reasonable doubt out of her mind, as I prepare to move again.

Yessiree. Four homes in 10 months.

Officially fugitive status.

As Sally heads back to Mississippi, Melissa, Katie and I are merging our two two-bedrooms in Midtown into a three-bedroom in the Highlands.

As excited as I am, I'm sad to say goodbye to our Charles Allen home. It's been a happy, happy place, where so much has happened. I've been in love with the Highlands ever since I interned in Atlanta in 2008, so I know it's going to be a wonderful place to live, but I think we'd all agree that it's bittersweet - bitter to say goodbye to our backyard, Piedmont Park, as well as our friend Sally. But very sweet to begin another adventure in a happy three-bedroom.

I packed everything up last weekend (clearly) and am excited to take the plunge. Here's to hoping for a smooth move.

See ya on the flip side!

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