If you’ve been following my TikTok/Instagram you probably understand the title of this post. If not, let me explain…
On April 26th, my mom and I left Pennsylvania to drive down to Texas. We were going to take 2 days and I was going to officially move into the original house on April 29th. The night of April 28th, I found out that deal had fell through. I didn’t know exactly what to do, but I knew that I wasn’t going back.
I had finally made it but nothing good ever comes easy, right? So we got to work looking for a new house + cancelling everything being delivered to the original house (NOT EASY LOL). The next day I found another house that will be PERFECT for the boutique. God knew what He was doing, as always.
That being said for the last almost month now I’ve been “homeless” and jumping around AirBNB’s and hotels, living out of a suitcase. It’s been interesting and like one long vacation but I’m ready to really call Texas “home” more than just a P.O. Box.