you say goodbye, i say hello

It's moving week around these parts, which means Adam has turned into Sir Pack-a-lot.

Me: If we pack three more boxes, THEN can we get frozen yogurt?
Sir Pack-a-lot: Yogurt-schmogurt. Pack, woman, pack!

But amidst all the boxes and bargaining (and frozen yogurt), I started to think about the goodbyes and hellos to come.

Let's take a look-see, shall we?

Goodbye Pleasant Grove ... Hello Lehi.

Goodbye rent check ... Hello mortgage payment.

Goodbye lengthy commute for Adam ... Hello lengthy commute for Bri. (A whole 15 minutes!)

Goodbye car port ... Hello garage (you blessed thing).

Goodbye three-minute walk to Maceys ... Hello grocery shopping for more than one meal at a time (sigh).

Goodbye walking up three flights of stairs every day ... Hello search for a new form of passive exercise (as sister Kara calls it).

Goodbye fancy people that take care of our grass (we'll miss you, Lawn Ranger) ... Hello yard work by Adam and Bri.

Goodbye not knowing how to decorate ... Hello magical knowledge of divine decor. (This comes with the purchase of the house, right? I mean, right?)

Goodbye Bajio Grill across the street ... Hello Cabela's down the street — aka elk burger heaven. Jeaaalous?

Goodbye singing in the shower ... Hello belting in the shower (with nary a neighbor in earshot).

Goodbye walls we can't paint ... Hello cans of color.

Goodbye condo ... Hello house to call our own.