So since my brain itches knowing that my things are not as organized or as clean as I needed them to be before they got packed for who knows how long, I had to get out of my house for a day, and my husband knew that there is no better place to take his anxious wife than to a wine festival!
Where we did not end up drinking any wine.
He's wearing a tie!
This little baby was trying to figure out how to get a drink of water.
Nevertheless, she persisted. ;) You go baby girl; go conquer that animal world!
The wine festival was on the Hanover Vegetable Farm and had all the things that make a festival great: bouncy house, live music, strawberries, dogs, alcohol, food, and sunshine!
The food truck we got our lunch from - it was like Chipotle, but organic and way better!
Eric and I brought camping chairs and found the perfect spot to camp out at right next to the stage where they had a couple of different bands playing throughout the day. We each got a beer and just sat there listening to music for the entire time we were there - there was no other place we would rather be. We went to so many wine festivals in Europe, and since we are moving in a couple of days, we did not feel like we were missing out on anything by not browsing the vendors or tasting the wines they had to offer. And when we saw how long the lines were we especially did not feel like we were missing out on anything. Instead, my husband and I enjoyed listening to music with our dogs and sitting in the sun, forgetting that my things weren't as clean or as organized as I wanted them to be before being packed up for who knows how long.
And that's when I realized what was truly important. And what wasn't.