A place to call home

Little Monkeys! It's been so long! I'm sorry I've been MIA. Life has been CUUHHH-RRAAZZZY lately. In the last two and a half weeks I have:

Found and moved into a house in Charlotte, NC
Seen old friends from high school
Started culinary school at Johnson & Wales
Made new friends in our awesome new neighborhood
Taken my first culinary exam (I got a 95! Hollllllaaaaaaa!)

Chris and I had made the decision to move to Charlotte on such short notice that we had only a week and a half to secure a place to live. We could have balanced between hotel rooms, friends, and commuting from my childhood home (an hour away) but having a sense of HOME is a big part of my emotional security. I like being able to come back to my own place where I can dump my shoes on the ground, walk around in my under-roos, and just be me. Because Chris was working I was the vetting committee for houses and apartments. I saw some great and expensive places, some terrible and cheap places, and some places that were good enough but not exactly perfect.

On Wednesday afternoon I drove past this cutie

called the number on sign, set up an appointment for Thursday morning, filled out the lease that night, and got the keys on Friday. This girl doesn't play. When I find something I want it will be mine immediately.

There is something a little gross about the fact that our house has a white picket fence. It's just so... predictable. But, so far, I love the house! The majority of our furniture is still in Dallas so we're living on very bare bones. VERY bare bones. But, we're flying down to Texas at the end of the month (for the OU/UT game! Boomer shout-out for Chris!) and we'll coordinate movers while there.

Don't worry! I'm going to fill you all in on culinary school ASAP-- with pictures of my uniform (yes! Uniform!), stories of the 18-year-olds in my class, and random thoughts!