In the last year:
Put my house on the market, had a humongous sale, put up everything else, quit my job & moved across country to be (finally) with my girlfriend of seven years. We’ve lived close-ish to each other during this time—but have never actually lived together.
She proposed several months before. Worst proposal in the annals of proposing—everything was awful that night. For both of us. This is, in and of itself, a memory-maker. Apparently, not all proposals are the stuff of fairy tales. Some take place in the real world, in the midst of stressful times, in truly hideous, hideous sleeping outfits—when the world seems scary and tough, and the future doesn’t beam with promise.
I had managed to injure my neck in such a prodigious manner that I was urged to claim disability. But that’s not how my people do, so I did decompression therapy and all manner of stretchy, ouchy things instead. And after months and months, I’m happy to say I’m no longer in constant pain. It’s not quite right & may never be, but I avoided surgery & feel enough like a normal person to be grateful.
Moved from the South to such a cold place. Got a little rental house in the land of snow and ice. Managed to squeeze two households and my art studio into one tiny little spot. Our landlord left us a snow-blower. We thought he was kidding. How wrong we were.
I miss my friends and I admit to feeling isolated. The neck thing has been depressing at times. I hope that once we’re settled in our new place, I can make friends, volunteer some—find a good physical therapist and create new connections.
My sweet girl is wrapping up her degree: full load of classes and working full time. I’ve done that myself; I know how much it sucks. My job has turned into moving us, unpacking us, getting us settled—and now, reversing the process. We just purchased our first house together. It’s a beautiful home—a two family. So I am not only a new homeowner, I’m also an instant landlord. Our tenant is lovely. And though it was fish or cut bait with my old house, it finally sold the same week I put money down on the new place. Just about dilled my pickle with that one.
The month of September is going to be hard. We need to be moved out of our rental & into the new house by the 30th. No easy task. My gal’s helping as much as she can, but with work & school on her plate…it’s just going to be hard slogging for a spell. We all hope the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t the train.
And that, my friends, is just a small part of why I haven’t been posting my silly pictures for a while. I look forward to getting back to free time eventually.