I’m sitting in one last cramped corner of what used to be my
studio, as the moving boxes close in on me from all sides. I’ve been camped out
here for about a week and a half now, with a daily routine that looks something
like this: eat, pack, take care of Cece, paint, pack, sleep, repeat. Cece still
has her play pen and the ignorant bliss of toddlerhood to protect her from the
giant obstacle course our home has become. But our dog hides in her
crate most of the day and knows something is up.
Something BIG is happening. After living in Dallas for
nearly seven years, we are packing our things and moving to Denver to be closer
to family – namely, my twin sister Emily and her husband, and their little girl
who is just three months younger than Cecelia. Most of these boxes contain art, art bo…
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