Yeah, so I didn’t blog for a long time. I’m not really blogging now, either. This is a bit of a filler post, so that no one thinks I’ve disappeared entirely. I’ve written a few drafts, but I’m not ready to post them, because I need to emotionally detach from the house drama.
I won’t be able to post those blogs until I’ve got the key in my hand. (It’s a Child of Divorce, Waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop, How Can I Be So Blessed? sorta thing.)
After five long months of living with my in-laws, we will close on our house this Friday, in four days, about which I am so excited, I nearly die of anticipation! Seriously, I get butterflies.
I suspect that my in-laws are also rather excited. Butterflies unmentioned.
For the last few weeks, everything in my life has changed. Again.
The Mister started his job, so I miss him kinda awful. I got used to him being here for so long, it’s hard on me that he’s not here.
The girls started school, so I miss them, too, but in that, oh-wow-life-is-so-peaceful way!
For about three weeks, it’s just been MIL, FIL, and me.
Some days have been more fun than you’d think.
Several days, MIL has taken me to run errands and out to lunch.
I hate to shop. MIL loves to shop. This makes shopping much easier, and for that, I am grateful. I prefer scouring the internet for things and ideas, myself.
Other than that, I’ve been spending a great deal of time in my head. Alright, I always do that, but lately, I can’t seem to get out of my imagination, partially because no one else is in there, and also because I’m about to enter another set of changes, and I cope with stress by turning inward.
That’s right! More change for me!
Oy vey. I mean, Oh yay!
When we move, the girls will go to a different school, in a different township.
Next week, The Mister starts his regular schedule.
We must >list longer than my arm< do the things people do when they move; enroll children, make change of address, file for tax exemptions, stock the pantry and fridge, close storage unit..blah, blah, blah!
For the next howevermanylongweeks, I will be putting our home together.
Fortunately, our home does not require any renovation, but it does need to be personalized to suit us.
For seven years, I have been free of paint chips, wattage capacity, replacement parts…It was nice — but not as nice belonging to a home of our own.
I’m in love with my home. We all are, actually. I’m excitable, and will probably need to tell you every wonderful thing about it.
BUT, I’ve done this before, so you might brace yourselves for my inevitable buyer’s remorse. This may or may not be followed by rants about the proliferation of mulberry bushes, celebration of the perfect light fixture, or uncontrollable sobbing about dead Goatsbeard.
I am thrilled at the idea that I will be busy from rise to fall each day! I have never been so idle. I’m not very good at it. I’m better at it than I used to be, I think…Stagnant holding patterns are not my style, particularly when I’m forced to have them in the company of others. It’s put me into a kind of funk. Yes, I really am that introverted.
But I’m still here. *smiles faintly*