My life is in shambles.
Literally.
All of my belongings lie in boxes and crates and endless blue Rubbermaids upon the floor.
The husband swears by Rubbermaids. He loves that they stack so easily.
But then again, this week I’ve discovered that he still has an OG Discman from like…1996 so his judgement officially questionable.
Wait a second, I think I had a point here.
Ah yes, we’re moving.
For those of you who have noticed, I haven’t published a single book review in more than three weeks.
I haven’t given up, I promise.
But a lot has been happening! First of all, I got a job writing werewolf romance, which deserves it’s own blog post and will get one shortly.
While I’ve been doing that, the husband was offered a job with the Canadian federal government. It’s a dream job for him, and the reward of literally years of hard work, and perseverance.
I need to make this very clear. I never could have dealt with the amount of stress he handled seemingly with ease during this time. Worthy props to the husband.
However (there’s always a however), his new job requires us to relocate to the north.
Quite far north.
The town is called Dryden, and it’s tiny.
But I grew up in a tiny town.
And this one has riding stables.
Still, I shall be taking creative liberties and using the proper noun from now on.
We’re moving North.
In the process, we’ll be resigning nearly almost all of our furniture to the curb. Which is okay, because the curb is where we found almost all of it.
This week we finish packing everything we can into our newly purchased Subaru Outback.
I only mention the car by name because damn she’s got a big ass. Big enough to fit at least our immediate necessities.
And a crate of my books.
We were lucky enough to have secured a rental property awaiting us in Dryden.
And so we go, into the wild.
I’ll be updating shortly.
-Ashley
One Year, One Hundred Books 