Kitchen {Therapy}

“They tried to make me go to rehab, I said no, no, no….”
My name is Jennifer, and I am a dish-a-holic.
Audley says I need a 7-step rehab program.
I think the moving company probably agrees.
Last week as my house was being packed up it took five hours for three guys to pack up four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a den, living room, office, three walk-in closets, a hall closet and dining room.
 It took one guy four hours just to pack my kitchen.
The poor guy kept saying “there sure are a lot of dishes in here.”
Why yes, those boxes are stacked three and four high.
And just for the record, the moving truck was unloaded on Friday.  I bought groceries on Monday and cooked supper in my fully unpacked and organized kitchen.

Looking Forward

No matter what is going on, I always try to look for the positive.  As a mom sometimes being positive becomes an act for the sake of the kiddos.

As my house is being packed up today I am extremely sentimental and sad, but truly positive all at the same time.  While I am going to miss so much, it is no act that I am positive in the future plans for our family!  I am even a bit excited.

So what am I looking forward to?
Over the last 14 months I have catered several events and even baked cakes for a profit.  It has all been very exciting.
I have an appointment to tour the Culinary Institute of the Carolinas the week after we move.  I hope  to return to school, to add a culinary degree to my management degree.  I love to cook, I love to plan. I love to entertain.  I love to make people feel special.  Why not put it to use?!
I truly hope that this pans out, but if it doesn’t, I will be OK.
Oh, the possibilities!  I have a plan, but it will be several years in the making.  Being a wife and mother comes first in my life, so I will continue to enjoy my children and lay the foundation for my dreams.
I am looking forward to the convenience of city living.  Ten minutes from Publix, Bi-Lo, & Food Lion, yes, please!!  No more small grocery store featuring sub-par produce and lack of stock.  I’ll also have a Target, Hobby Lobby & TJ Maxx within five miles.  Yes, I am excited!
I am also looking forward to space as we go from an 1800 sq ft home to 3000 sq ft!  I love our little country place that has been the source of so many wonderful memories, but with thwo teenage daughters and a nearly teenage son, the concept of space is so exciting!!
our new home!
Just a glimpse of that space, you say?
The great room looking down from the loft bedroom
Another view of the great room; the carpet is not ripped, but has electrical outlets installed!  No cords spread throughout the room!
Stairs going to the loft
Front entryway
Part of my galley kitchen
As you can see I have a blank slate that I can’t wait to tackle!
While I am so excited about future possibilities, I am mostly looking forward to being with Audley again!  He has been at his new job for over five months now, and I am anxious to live in the same house again as a whole family.  Audley is my strength, support, and encourager.  He is my biggest fan and cheerleader.  He makes me laugh (even at the worst of times), and my heart hurts when he is away.
I will have limited internet for several days as we make our transition, but I will be popping in and out!  I hope you’ll make this adventure with us!

What I Am Going to Miss

In just seven days, I will be watching as a handful of strangers come and pack up all of our possessions and load them on a truck for a haul to South Carolina.  While Bridgeport has not been our full-time home, it is in the area where our families live, and has been an important part of our lives for the last sixteen years as it was the place to come home to between long-term construction projects.
One thing about Audley taking a job in corporate headquarters is there will be no more “coming home” between projects.  We will be settled in one place, making a new home, this time one our own children will return to as they get older and go off to college.
While I love the city and all of its conveniences, I am going to miss this little town in Alabama.
 Just a little.
I am going to miss our little place in the county.  It’s nothing fancy by any means, but it is ours.  It was all we could afford eleven years ago, and we have made some precious memories here.
I am going to miss my chickens.  A lot.  It is going to be quite a change going from freedom of expression in our own yard to homeowners association rules.  Unfortunately, “farm animals” aren’t allowed in our subdivision.  My little birds left Sunday, moving to their new home with my parents.  I cried, just a little.
I am really going to miss their fresh eggs.
I am going to miss my peach trees.  I have loved caring for them, picking their lush fruits and canning them for winter’s use.


I am going to plant some in my new backyard.
I am going to miss my fenced in garden spot and bringing in baskets of fresh tomatoes for salsa.  It looks like raised beds will be the garden of choice in our new home.
I am going to miss my flowering trees:  the crabapple, the plum, and the apple.  They are so beautiful every spring.


I would say That I was going to miss all thirty-one rose bushes, but I am digging nearly all of them up and taking them with me.  The day-lilies and peonies, too.

Audley is real excited over this decision.

{Why yes; my voice is dripping with sarcasm.}


I am really going to miss the kitchen I designed and my husband created for me. I love my oak floors and open plan.
And I am going to miss a whole lot of people.  First, my family. Second, those amazing friends who are like family. Third, I am really going to miss the sweet little girl I have kept for eighteen months.

And fourth I am going to miss our oldest daughter, Samantha, more than words can say.

Kids grow up.  They go to college.  They get engaged.  I know my parents and my in-laws will take good care of her, but it doesn’t take away the pain of leaving her here.
Samantha with her fiancee, Justin. My grandkids (that I won’t have for at least 5 yrs) are going to be gorgeous!

Moving away is a stay-at-home-mom’s biggest fear, but sometimes, you just have to put on your big girl knickers and go with the flow.

{It’s going to be okay.}