And man, is it a move! My family is moving back to the east coast after living in California for the past 9 years. This is a BEAUTIFUL area to live in, but the schools in this state are horrendous and the cost of living is out of this world. It is also extremely crowded; we miss the beauty and tranquility of NY state.
So, we're moving because my husband got a WONDERFUL job opportunity in Connecticut. Both of our families live on the east coast and we saw this as the perfect opportunity to go back. Needless to say, my children are not thrilled, but they are very understanding and I think a little sick of California living as well. My oldest (18 years old) is having the hardest time out of the three boys. He goes to the local community college with a bunch of his friends and would like nothing more than to stay. But realistically speaking, he knows it isn't feasible.
I'm currently miserable because my husband is already in CT working and I'm here in CA teaching full time, taking care of the kids AND working like a slave to keep my house neat and clean for the people who are coming through. I HATE THIS PART!!!!!
To get through this move, I thought about keeping a written journal to record this whole pain in the arse experience, but then it hit me...why not record this experience by making the 3x3s that I love to make? So here we go...
This is the first piece I made on October 29
th. It's called "Get a Grip!" I used blue acrylic to reflect my mood and Kosher salt for the tears I've been crying just about every day. The wings will help me fly away from all the stress. The red crown represents the fire I know I still have somewhere inside me...it just needs to be rekindled.

This piece was made on Halloween. I was home all alone. All three boys were out and about. I ate dinner by myself, had a glass of wine, and made this on the kitchen table while waiting for the doorbell to ring. I also worked on a RR journal that evening as well. First quiet and completely relaxing night I had in a long time...

I made this one this evening. It's called "SELL MY HOUSE!" I had to lower the price of the house because the market here is just horrible. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude, but it's so incredibly hard. the houses here used to sell in a day; LITERALLY! Now they're on the market for weeks. I'm not a happy camper.

Check back tomorrow...I'm going to try to make a 3x3 everyday...