Once upon a time I was a farm girl. . .

But now I have moved on. 

I have packed up my things, spread my wings,

and said goodbye to the lovely humble abode of Logan's Old Farm.

It was a melencholy moment. . . luckily it was just a moment.

I must say though, that I am a very professional packer. 

Very organized and I know right where everything is.

I guess if journalism doesn't work out,

or the dream of becoming a yoga instructor,

or my bubbling passion to become a tree-hugging granola

I could always be a mover. . . 

(I am kidding)

I loved this little home away from home.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Kellie, Jordan, Ashly and I are a marathon moving team.

At nine o'clock Saturday morning our house was still a mess and boxes still lined the walls.

A little under four hours later we were celebrating the move by eating lunch at Kneaders.

Kneaders: soup, sandwich, salad place- definitely recommend. 

After a long day of moving we look pretty good I must say.

Let the summa begin!