Coming Home Again

This past weekend I turned over a new leaf in my life. I moved out of my apartment and into my mom's house. Jeff and I had decided that I would move my stuff to his house and then I would move in in November. I didn't want to live with him before we are married mainly out of respect for my parents. They both don't like the idea and have given me so much in my life, what is waiting three months! Also, I said "I am not stupid, they are writing the checks...not going to make them mad!" ahhahaha

Well the move went fine, thank goodness for the movers. I got here and unpacked what little I brought to Mom's house. It is kind of strange and wonderful being back here at the sametime. Eventhough it is a new house for both she and I, it is still living with my mom and being with her things. I don't think it matters how old you are or where they live there will always be apart of your home, the place your parents live. I know it will be good for both of us to be living together, if we don't kill each other first (kidding of course). There is something about beginning to start a new phase in life and coming home before you do, helps to keep you grounded I think.