Little House on the Prairie

Scott and I have never purchased toilet paper.

How's that for the first sentence this blog has seen since December. The first sentence of a new year (three months in). Toilet paper.

But it's a fact either which way. We have never bought toilet paper. Grandpa George gave us a huge Costco pack of TP each Christmas for the first two years we were married. Somehow we made those last five years. One day we ran out upstairs, so I asked Scott to grab a couple rolls from our storage in the basement. When Scott came upstairs, empty-handed, I couldn't believe that the day had finally come. We were out of toilet paper. Officially.

"That's it," I said. "It's time to move."

So we moved to Minneapolis.

That's the story. We knew when the toilet paper ran out that it was the end of an era and that we were ready for the next step in our family's life. Moving half-way across the country, 18 driving-hours away from the home and life we'd built together was the only reasonable solution to our TP poverty.

We could have gone to Costco and gotten more... but that would be such a big commitment. All that toilet paper.

So now we're here in Minnesota. I said it. Minnesota (all glory to my dear friend Cassi who hails from this brave new world of ours). And while the toilet paper shortage was a pretty significant event for our little family, I guess there were other reasons for the move. I guess it wasn't all about the toilet paper (I don't think I've used the word "toilet" this many times in any previous post to date).

Scott has a new job. And we are excited. We're not sure exactly where this job and the upcoming years will take us. We have our plan, but we are sure the Lord has come up with something better. He has a pretty good track record when it comes to outdoing our short-sighted plans. Thank goodness, too. We know His plan is in motion, because Minnesota certainly wasn't our idea.

It's kind of fun to be along for the ride. It's hard, too.

That's all I'll say about that for now.

We're getting settled, navigating our new little world, and getting down our new routine. Right now that routine involves a lot of cuddles with my kids. Salt Lake or Minnesota, those cuddles turn my heart to mush. They are the same.

Our little house on Hubbard is affectionately known in our family as our Hubbard Cupboard. It is a cute little cupboard that participated in the healing and sacred moments our family experienced from the birth of Peter, PTSD, healing, growing, adopting Brooklyn, and watching our family grow in all the most fulfilling ways. It is the house that sheltered us while we learned what life was all about. We can't wait to see it again.

But for now, we have loaned our cupboard to another family, and we are setting up shop in our new "Little House on the Prairie." Credit to Scott for the name of our new little space, as it is a townhouse located in Eden Prairie (right outside Minneapolis). I'm excited to see what this next step is all about.

But please, oh please, let it include lots of visits to where my heart is home.