Aaaaand she’s back!
This is not another trick!!!
*confetti and fireworks and glitter even though no one will ever believe me ever again*
I told you it wouldn’t be long before I returned from my hiatus, and lo and behold, here I am, bringing sarcasm and glitter in my wake. You guys are troopers. Thanks for hanging in there and not abandoning me.
It’s been a good break. Not least because between moving and Camp NaNoWriMo, I wouldn’t have had time to blog, even if I wanted to. So yaaay for God’s impeccable timing. I hope y’all are having a good summer, because I’m currently neck deep in the art of pioneering. Here’s what you guys missed while I was away.
The (long and mostly boring) Obligatory Life Updates:
As I’ve mentioned more times than any of my friends probably care to count, my family is moving to Michigan.
Shocking, I know. I’m sure you’ve never heard that one before.
Being Barans, our typical moving process is longer and ten-times more complicated than normal people’s. This is proven by the fact that we bought the house in June, it’s August now, and we still haven’t relocated yet. But hey, we’re getting there. Just look at this lovely moving van we hired!
Eh…. yeah. That’s actually our mini-van. With a rickety trailer attached. This is why it takes us so long.
It must also be noted that on this particular ten-hour haul to Michigan, it happened to be 95 degrees out and our air conditioning broke.
It was an interesting day.
Behold the ranch. Every time I look at this picture, I get little shivers up my arms as my mind once again blanks into the realm of incomprehension. I mean, just look at the place.
Not to brag, but that is one picturesque little house.
The leaning mailbox is a nice touch.
*serenely dies, but in a less positive way*
Okay, so it’s not perfect. I can’t ignore the fact that the sellers left 90% of their junk in the barn, and there was mold in the fridge, and the stairs looked way safer when there was carpet on them and you couldn’t tell that they were all about to cave in. The place is definitely a work in progress.
But hey, we’re Barans. Owning a normal house just isn’t in our genetic makeup.
As far as repairs go, most of them are cosmetic. Ripping out carpet. Painting walls. Cleaning stuff. (It’s almost frightening how much dirt the sellers left behind… I don’t know how anyone could stand living in such a grimy place.) Then there are slightly bigger concerns, like re-flooring the entire downstairs because whoever built the place was an idiot and created poor drainage that caused rotten floor joists and a cracked foundation.
But I digress.
Since we’re not moved yet due to a variety of circumstances, we’ve been making short trips up to begin fixing things and get ourselves acquainted with the area. As you can see below, the house is being somewhat ripped apart…
From floor to fridge. (Because the gross refrigerator is OBVIOUSLY top priority here…)
This is titled, “There’s a Dead Body in Our Crawl-Space,” otherwise known as under-the-house repairs, because mom broke the floor in the closet. (Don’t ask.)
Believe it or not, my father is claustrophobic.
Facing Your Fears 101.
There may not be a scrap of furniture in the house, but by golly, that picture is ON THE WALL. Whoever hung that there must have felt so accomplished…
In case you’re wondering, this is how I managed to meet my Camp NaNoWriMo writing goal. The piles of junk are very necessary and inspiring tools. I recommend them to everybody.
Our porch thinks it’s the Stone Table from Narnia…
So yeah, the house isn’t perfect. But we’re prepared. There’s nothing like embarking on a new adventure in a dumpy house with a bunch of people you love to pieces. And hey, the pros far outweigh the cons:
Like the fact that we’re practically living on the shores of a Great Lake.
Or the fact that our town is adorable and the people really friendly.
Or the existence of this park, and the happy coincidence that it’s five minutes from our home.
THERE IS A ROPE BRIDGE THINGY.
THIS IS NOT A JOKE. I REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A JOKE.
Yes, for your information, I did spend the entire way across jumping and shaking and making mom incredibly sea-sick.
Here you witness an intense debate over who’s rock was better. (For the record, dad won.)
It must also be noted that this was the spot where Anna got poison ivy from playing around with a viny thing. When I asked why she was so stupid as to touch an unidentifiable wild plant, her answer was, “Well, it made a fantastic whip.”
…and in that moment, I realized that if faced with an Unidentifiable Viny Thing that would make a great whip, I too would have totally risked poison-ivy for it.
I’m obviously not at all annoying.
So yeah. That’s what the last few months have been filled with. While the blogging world languished without me, I was getting wrangled into cleaning disturbingly moldy refrigerators and having spasms over the beauty of my new home.
Because those two things obviously go together.
Taking a break from my blog has been nice. I definitely needed it; my poor creativity was at an all time low. But with the wonderful inspiration God has given me through my life and the adventures therein, I think I’m quite ready for another blogging adventure.
So here we go, guys. Take 2.
The Sarcastic Elf is back in business.