Rollin, Rollin', Rollin'

After years (literally: eight BILLION years) of living far away from our families THE SCOBEYS ARE MOVING BACK TO ATLANTA. I’ll pause and let you all take out your party poppers and champagne. I know I am.

And?! AND!!!! We are transitioning from Graham Scobey Photography to Scobey Photography. Know why?!?!? KNOW WHY??? Because we are going into business together, people! God help that husband of mine.

You see, over the past year or so I have begun to dabble more and more in photography… and I absolutely love it. To the point that, when this semester began I started throwing temper tantrums at random and inconvenient times. At the grocery store: “I DON’T WANNA GO BACK TO SCHOOL. I WANNA HAVE A FUN JOB LIKE YOU!!”. At church (we actually aren’t very good at going to church, so I'll state that upfront; for transparency’s sake): “NOOOOOOOOO. GOD DOESN’T LOVE ME IF I HAVE TO STAY IN SCHOOL THIS WHOLE SEMESTER. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”. In the car by myself: *sniff sniff…tear* (because yelling to myself would be a complete and total waste of breath – breath I must save for yelling at my dog).

So there it is! Half of you are probably like: “Awesome!” And the other half of you are like: “Your husbands a photographer?” to which I scream “DON’T YOU KNOW ME AT ALL?!” And the other half of you are like “Man, she’s bad at math”.

So, having reached the conclusion that this was the perfect time to make a change (or seven), we put out house on the market. And then? TWENTY-FOUR HOURS LATER? It sold. For the win. Here's where I do the running man and start singing "Ain't nothing gonna break my stride... bad economy won't hold me down... oh no! We got to keep on moooovin'!"

Yes, I can do the running man and type at the same time. I gotz skillz.

So we are moving out of our house, which is, truth be told, pretty bitter-sweet for me: it's our first house together, it is where we brought Evie home from the hospital and it will always hold a very special place in our hearts. But there will be a new house and new firsts... and that house will become a home just like this one did.

Please send good thoughts our way so that we don't strangle each other or, worse, hold one another hostage with packing materials. I don't handle stress well. Let's just leave it at that.