lynn monahan

My friend Jean is at the Van Morrison concert in Pittsburgh tonight.  I’m so jealous but she did text and say she’s too old for concerts.  Speaking of the moon..

I love my apartment. I really do.  I don’t even have it all put together yet and really not motivated to finish with the wall decorations, but I just love being here.  I don’t know where to put all the pictures – wall pictures and framed photos – again with the photos.  When I moved into Moon Township I had perfect wall space for everything and then I made new, custom-made collages for perfect spots for that apartment’s wall space.  Here, on one hand I feel I have too many wall pics (and just brought more from moms)  and on the other hand I have all this wall space I don’t know what to do with – I know crazy right? But I just love it here even without the walls completed.  I love sitting on my couch, I love being able to walk into the kitchen area and see the TV from there – I love my new table and lamp that I brought from my mom’s, I love my bowl of angel cards that I can turn over when I leave in the morning and when I come home at night.  I love the fact that I could sit on my couch OR my porch. I don’t know there’s just something welcoming about this little place and the plants that greet me when I walk in the door every night.

And then of course there’s the proximity to the beach.  Last night I threw on a little beach dress and walked on the beach right after work – it was so lovely.  I was practically the only person so with no one watching I even tried jogging a little bit.  I know right?  The water was pretty high up on the beach.  I’m not sure what that means but it seems like it might mean that it’s a bit stormy out there.  And in fact the waves were pretty rough.  When I first moved here to the Ocean side I thought I’d never get used to the Ocean – it’s just too big after living on the Gulf side for 2 years (Is that all it was – just 2 years?) But now I look at that ocean and I just love it and I pinch myself and smile really big because I can’t believe that I live here and I can throw on shorts right after work and go for a walk on what is almost like a private beach (at times) – it’s unbelievable.

I’ve been trying to budget/treat myself to at least (or at the most) one meal out per week.  Only once a week mostly because it’s so much better to cook at home, unless like me you are on the pb&j diet.  When I was getting those Purple Carrot boxes I was so dedicated and healthy and loved cooking.  Now I’m so tired when I get home and I don’t have anything prepared and don’t feel like preparing and I go right to the pb&J.  I also go right to the beach sometimes and then get home too late and don’t want to cook that late.  I bought chicken and turkey the other day. I have big plans to just have chicken ready to throw on a salad and I wanted to make some turkey/black bean chili and have it at the ready, but every day I say to myself…tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll do that.  So tomorrow is chicken cooking and turkey chili day.  I’ve eaten all the lettuce for salads so it’ll also be a store day.  ANYWAY, my two go-tos for eating out are a place over at the beach on the back water at a marina looking at the boats.  That’s one place. It’s called Boondocks. It doesn’t really have that great food but I like the whole bar/marina vibe – and I kinda like sitting in a bar – even though I’m just drinking an ice tea – an outside bar mind you, but I don’t know,  there’s something very comforting about sitting at a bar…isn’t that wild for a non-drinker?  My other go-to place is the Sushi place which I think might be a chain – Sushi 99 – is that a chain restaurant?  Well I go there and sit at the sushi bar – they give you a free appetizer and free soup!!! So those are my two go-to places so far.  There are many many restaurants around here I should keep exploring.  There’s a big some kind of Crabby place right on the ocean – but you know those places are typically real touristy and well I don’t think it’s the kind of place you go alone.  I used to be real uncomfortable…back in the day…eating alone.  I think now I kind of enjoy it.  That’s a little weird too, isn’t it?

I’m changing so much in this middle adolescent self of mine.  I listened to something recently that said childhood is considered birth to 58!  After 58 is when you start adolescence or maybe it was middle age starts at 58.  I like it and I am grasping how that really makes sense.  I mean the lens in which you look at your own life and your problems and issues and your likes and dislikes well that lens is so much more defined.  I don’t know that it’s made it any easier for me, actually it might make things a little harder.

Let’s take my job for instance.  I am having a really hard time.  I have been having a really hard time at that job since I started it for a variety of reasons.  But therein is one of those lenses…ya know?  Is it the job, or is it me?  I think about what are the reasons for this dislike of mine? It seems like I haven’t liked any job for a long long time. But that’s not entirely true is it?  How does this job compare to other jobs I didn’t like?  I remember how much I didn’t like Point Park.  That said I’d give anything to go back.  Not really. Well maybe.  I don’t know.  But that grass is never greener – but at Point Park I did like my job, I really did, but there was just an administrative vibe there that was troubling.  That hospice temp job I had, I liked that job, a lot, but there was something there too that I couldn’t cope with – some issue that didn’t have anything to do with the actual job itself – that made me want to leave it, hmmm again maybe something about authority (in HR).  Okay okay, maybe we’re getting closer now.  And now this one, well it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Authority is always an issue for me but this one is more…well I don’t know this one is a lot of different things. And now that lens that I’m looking at it through is also different and really different as to how to process and how to proceed.  I am much more conservative now in my actions. I don’t even recognize this new me – I’ve learned some things out of necessity for sure!  But that begs the question, how do you proceed in life when you’re so unhappy in your work and what is the lesson that the last 3 jobs have all resulted in unhappiness in one way or another.  I’ve heard Stephanie say she LOVES her job.  Can you imagine?  LOVES her job…Some days she settles for “really likes” – I’ve heard Maryann say she loves her job too (right Maryann?  Am I right?) A friend at work , who just transferred out of a hateful position, also says she now loves her job.  I was trying to remember if I’ve ever loved my job.  I remember when working at Thomson Newspapers and working from home with all that traveling, I remember saying I really liked my job. So at least I did like my job at one point.  It’s possible to do.  Of course I ended up getting tired of that one too. So what’s the answer?  Anybody?  Anybody? That’s what I’m trying to figure out now.  What is the answer.  Another job is just going to be same – another office job that is.  Maybe what the history is telling me is that these office jobs are not for me…anymore.  I mean there are aspects to them I like.  I like tasks but maybe just not in an office?  I don’t know I’m grasping and brain-dumping here on this blog to try and figure it out.  I really liked when I was blogging everyday – that would be the perfect job for me – and it was while writing Finally Florida.  That’s I guess my dream job – live life and then take an hour or so and spill your guts to your 20 followers – and then after a couple years turn it into a book, that no one wants to publish.  HA! There’s a goal for me.  So maybe I do have a dream job.

Tomorrow is a new moon.  A new moon is a when you’re supposed to write your wishes and/or make your intentions known and give them up to the moon.  I actually do this every month.  I have a little book by the side of my bed that every month during the new moon I write down my wishes – both large and small – from a new kitchen rug to being a published author.  I’ve gotten the rug, can the published author be far behind?

So tomorrow, with all of your help in helping me figure this out – well I’m going to write to that damn moon again and maybe I need to be a little more direct this time –or stand up tall – or use big words and say “look moon, this is serious now, I’m not kidding around. I’m 60 and it’s time for me to do this. No more pussy-footing around. Don’t make me say it again.  Oh and send money…love, Lynn.  PS. I really like to look at you, you’re very pretty”  Maybe that’s how the mid-life change of career thing works.  Maybe all those people with late life career changes, Grandma Moses, Morgan Freeman (I still like him) Julia Child, maybe they wrote to the moon too.

Well I’m not quitting my day job, but I will be on my knees in the prayer position when I write to the moon tomorrow – send me a sign Lord (or Moon).  Send me a sign….

Xoxoxo

To Sandy and Barb:

August was a month of goodbyes. Stephanie’s husband, Tim, died on Saturday, August 18.  I got a text early that Saturday morning saying his heart had stopped and he was on life support. I jumped in the car, made it over to St. Pete and the hospital in time to say goodbye.  It was similar, so similar, to what we just went through with Flo (Jimmy’s grandmother).  His eyes were open although he was on a ventilator and I swear he winked at me 🙂 – well maybe not – but I’m glad I was able to say goodbye.  He lived for 12 minutes without the ventilator and off to Heaven he went.  A sad weekend indeed.

Then came the trip to Opus (Virginia) to pack it up and say goodbye. I left after work last Wednesday and made it to Savannah by dark –when I say Savannah I mean along I95 there – not actually “in” Savannah.  The exit is called Port Wentworth. Up early the next day and off I went, promising my car that this was the last long road trip in her little life..(I hope)  And did you know that from that exit it’s only 4 miles until you cross into South Carolina?  Did you know they are that close to each other?  There is a great Farmer’s Market off of I95 in Florence SC by the way, if you’re ever in the area.  Called Pee Dee Farmer’s market – I stopped there and bought a ton of peaches.  They were so good. We ate them all week and I made a peach pie!! Delicious.

So anyway, the weather was cooperating and for two days, it was under 90, and I was able to get a lot of work done without sweating. On Sunday we had our first buyer come through.  They didn’t buy the house but they loved it which was nice to hear.  We’re not quite ready anyway.  I am hoping that it will all fall into place and sell when it’s time.  I am also hoping that the time is coming up very soon!!  But back to the goodbyes.  So moms friends had a nice gathering for her on that Sunday.  Remember how she was a drummer for a dance group?  Not like Phil Collins drumming but like this:

Anyway, her friends had this dance/gathering in her honor and she drummed and danced for what we assume is the last time.  She had a lovely time and enjoyed seeing (hearing/being with) old friends.  It was very special and such a nice send off.

Various people stopped by throughout the week to see mom and say goodbye knowing she was leaving.  The saddest was her high school friend.  They both realize of course that this is not just a weekend away at the beach and that they will never see each other again.  They’ve been good friends since 1949 – before that actually.  I mean can you imagine?  I can and I can imagine how sad it will be when my time comes.  But you know what? All these goodbyes for mom were so nice. I mean think about it. She’s not sick, she didn’t die, she was just sitting in the living room talking to people saying goodbye.  Really really nice.

And then of course all our goodbyes to the house.  My brother drove there from California – took him 5 days.  Get this –  his car (mini-cooper) has this light that comes on after about 5 hours of driving asking if he needs a break with a picture of a teapot and a biscuit.  Isn’t that cute?  He was hoping that he could push some button and it would tell him where the closest Starbucks was.  That’s a good thing to add to next year’s model.  Anyway, so he got to mom’s Monday night.  It was hot by this time.  Like so sweating hot. You know she doesn’t have AC.  I’ve lost 5 pounds because of all that sweating.  I’m a happy camper about that. I said goodbye to the creek (a couple times), goodbye to the trees, goodbye to the garden, goodbye to snake skins, the piano and the birds. It was super hard physical work and it was cathartic.

Kerry got there on Thursday and the pinochle games began.  I found an old pinochle deck in the corner of some closet – really old deck – but in perfect shape.  So we played with the honored deck. And I’d like to add that I was victorious winning 2 games out of 3 over the weekend.  Anyone that has played cards with me will know that it was all luck but still….I won.  We had so much fun.  We laughed a lot. We sat on the porch and reminisced about our childhood memories, we worked hard on our house projects and well it was a wonderful time and a lot a lot a lot of teary goodbyes.

Mom is now at Kerry’s (my sister’s) in Pittsburgh area. It seems to be going well.  She lived in my sister’s house 35 years ago so it’s not that unfamiliar.  She says she’s getting around pretty good. The kids (the babies) so far are not tripping her and seem happy to have her there.  It’s only day 2 but hey we’re all very happy.

Everyone (sister and brother and myself) have projects, so to speak, to keep us going and not wallowing in this particular ending. Scott is still at Opus getting it  ready to sell and have an estate sale.  He likes his projects and he’s invaluable.  He doesn’t mind the snake skins we find in the basement (or dead mice in old punch bowls)

Kerry has my mother to get settled in addition to an already full household and I have my job to catch up on after being out 10 days.  I have 10 days to get caught up at work before leaving again for a week when I go up to Pittsburgh to help mom look for her own place.  So we’re all staying busy.

A friend at work just had a similar weekend with her brothers this past weekend.  They too sold her family home and they all went and sat on the porch for one last time reminiscing for hours.  What we’re  going through is not unique.  So many of my friends have lost their parents, sold family homes and the like in the past few years.  But when it’s your turn it’s so very personal and so very special.  I am grateful that we had this time together, I am grateful that my mom is not sick and/or we dragged her out of there against her will and although we all sort of hoped she would die there peacefully in her sleep she seems to be enjoying being with her Evan (grandchild) and the great grandchildren.  I guess she has more work to do before she can join Tim (Stephanie’s husband) in heaven.  I did tell him my mom would be there shortly and to keep an eye out for her.  But shortly is relative is it not?

September has started off with new beginnings for us and for Stephanie. Mine might be a little bumpy for a bit but a fun weekend is also on the horizon.  I was watching some surfers yesterday (the ocean is rough with that hurricane out there) – anyway I was thinking how those surfers are out there waiting for the perfect wave.  Some times they catch one and ride it beautifully for a bit – sometimes they turn into the wave and ride up and then slide down and do that up and down thing a few times – sometimes they jump off their boards altogether and dive into the wave – well it just made me think about life and the waves we go through in our lives, our relationships, our jobs. Sometimes we wait for that perfect wave, sometimes we think it’s the perfect wave and then end up jumping off completely and trying again, and sometimes it’s a good wave for a minute then a struggle for a minute then a good wave again.  Do you see it?  I know Mary Ann does.  She used to tell me all the time to “ride the wave” when I had a boyfriend.  I’ve jumped off that wave you know but I have a lot of other waves going on right now and my seas are stormy!! Just think about all the waves my mom/our parents have gone through.  Ya know?  After what my mom has gone through for the last 12 blind years, living alone in the woods, well I hope her seas are calm for the duration .

xoxoxo

Parting shots:

I’m a tad reluctant to show you “the couch” – I mean I had such a buildup didn’t I?  The anticipation of lounging and TV watching?  Well, I will report that I am not disappointed in the lounging/TV watching aspect of my new couch.  I have watched and lounged quite a bit in the two days I’ve had it.  I’m a bit afraid to sit on it because it’s so clean being ever so cautious of using a pen (I was making a list) and I will never ever eat on it, at least this first week.  Then I’ll probably just put a sheet on it and eat sitting on the couch watching TV like every other single person. I know you normal people take all this for granted.  Like being able to walk from room to room.  You know in my little efficiency where I just moved from I didn’t have that room-to-room luxury.  There was the bedroom and a chair in the kitchen.  Ya know?  Now I have a bedroom WITH a chair, a kitchen area, a living room WITH a couch and a screened in porch with yet another sitting chair.  Plus I can just walk around in a circle if I want.  Soooo many options.  And today I walked across the parking lot to the pool, just because it was another option I had yet to try.  And get this, I am doing laundry, on a Sunday no less.  I’ve taken a dip in the pool, used sunscreen, and then read a little of my book before walking back to my apartment to have lunch and put the load from the washer into the dryer.  The pool temp was/is perfect.  The first time I tried it was tooo warm but today? Perfect temp.  I have yet to discover the perfect place to write this blog, or be on the computer.  I don’t have a desk.  So far I’ve tried the little patio table as a desk.  That’s worked pretty well.  I know the chair which is now in the bedroom works okay as that is what I’ve been using for the last year and a half.  Last night I was scanning pictures, on the floor, using the couch as back support and right now I’m sitting on my screened in porch.  Yes it’s hot, but what I do is crack the screen door just a tad and then I have the fan blowing cold air on me.  It works quite nicely.  Although this old dinosaur of a computer gets kinda heavy on the lap.  Maybe I need one of those lap desks. I’m not sure why that wouldn’t be heavy too.  Or a contraption that goes across the arms of the chair, you know flips up like those old desks in classrooms?  And then I could put it down when not in use?  Has anyone invented that yet?  Isn’t that genius?  Actually there’s alot of those little stand kind of tables that will work perfectly.  Now that I think about it.  And thank you for letting me ramble on until I noodled it up. I’ll add one of those tables to the list.

I have quite the extensive “wish list” going on in my head, and on paper.  Nothing major.  No new cars or anything that major. I still want that piece of marble for my dining room thing. That’s a little bit of a major expense, but not like a car. I’m gonna do it, I just don’t know when.  Maybe by the end of the year.  And now I need that little desk contraption that I’ll just take with me and turn any place I want to sit into my writing area.  Plus a few rugs – one to go with the new couch – a couple more here and there.  And a new computer.  I’ve had this computer I’m using now since 2010.  I hate to get a new one if it’s not needed but it doesn’t have a battery anymore.  Yes I could replace it but it weighs a ton.  It’s very slow these days from who knows what spyware has gone undetected. But the pictures. What will I do with all those saved pictures?  Again with the photos.  They are a source of agitation at best. I started scanning some last night and made a pile to throw away.  But now I’m afraid to throw them away because what if the computer dies before I have a chance to do a Snapfish kinda thing and then they’re gone.  It just seems too sad to put those photos in the garbage.  I obviously have issues.  Lots of them around memories.  I was telling Di yesterday how there’s a box of photos at my mom’s house which I labeled “people we don’t know” and there they sit.  My blind mother will never be able to identify them, obviously.  And if we don’t know them then why not just pitch them.?  Why did I save a box of pictures who we will never know who they are? God help me.

So back to the couch.  The reason I’m reluctant is because I know it doesn’t fit correctly on the wall where I have it set.  But I want it that way to make the TV viewing the top priority and because I know Martha Stewart Living is not coming in to my apartment for a photo op.  Although she may reconsider once I have it all set up.  I also know that it doesn’t have much color in the room, but it will look much better with my new rug that I’m planning and the table and lamps that I plan on stealing from my mom at the end of the month.  Of course I’m not stealing them, but I am taking them from the house we are selling so they have to go anyway.  Those items, in my opinion, will make this area so much more cozy.  But here is a preview.

I was testing out color with that little rug in front of it; but I think I’m going to go with the big version of this one from Bed Bath and Beyond:

Do I have anything else to show you?  Maybe my bedroom where I have finally put the painted flower table where it was intended to go when I envisioned it.

I have a couple more projects in mind to make it homier, mostly furniture from my mom’s so the next phase will have to wait until late September after I go back up there.  I guess that trip at the end of August will be the last time ever I am there.  The sadness of that time is, at times, overwhelming.  BUT I have to learn to cherish the memories of times past and look forward to the future, right?  We moved three times when I was growing up.  I lived in three houses and my parents then rented a little house in Aliquippa of all places (Harper Village) until my dad died.  I don’t ever remember having the sadness about moving back then.  Never, ever.  I just rolled with it.  It wasn’t until I sold Fair Oaks that I got this way.  Oh wait, I forgot, I’m not talking to my therapist.  Oh wait, I forgot, I don’t have a therapist.  Ha! Well there’s the problem.

xoxox

I’m not going to go on ad nauseam about my new “happy” place; although I’m not sure why not.  I mean I did go on a while about how “unhappy” I was didn’t I?  Doesn’t it seem like people are almost more interested in hearing bad stuff?  Well I guess it makes sense.  Lots of people are miserable so it’s easier to relate. I still have things that are causing me misery.  Take Amazon for example.  I bought a new Firestick – an upgrade from my first one that I’ve had for several years – well anyway I got it on Prime Day – only $20 – so hook it up and there’s no sound. None.. Ended up calling Amazon and they said to return it and they’d send me a replacement – must be something wrong with it.  So they sent a replacement – it doesn’t work either (no sound) – 2 hours on the phone and 2 days later a very snarky tech guy tells me that it’s not compatible with my TV.   So I return it – write a 1 star review cause you know they could have saved me hours on the phone if they told me upfront it wasn’t compatible with a Sony TV.  Welll…don’t you know the next day another agent calls and said that the other agent gave me wrong information and it certainly is compatible with my TV and if I wanted to try again he promised he would be able to fix it. So wait, I get it back out of the mail the next day – had mailed from work but they didn’t pick it up yet.  Had to make an appointment for his call at 7 pm and all he did was tell me he was going to file a ticket and then call AGAIN on Monday.  Ya know? Is it really worth $20?  Nooooooo…so there’s that misery story.

Let’s see what else, my forehead is peeling from the sunburn…that’s a little miserable.

I think I might have just gotten bit by a bug..

My under-the-counter light that I bought for my last apartment and moved it here will not stay up.  It keeps falling. Damn thing.  Pissing me off.

That’s it.  My friend Kathy, at work, she has these great cards…you know, like angel cards. Anyway, we have been tasked, by the angels, to not talk about negative stuff any more, only talk about positive things and then more positive things start coming into your life.  So….

Tonight, Friday night, when for the last year I’ve been going home, sitting in front of the TV and basically doing nothing, well…tonight I did this:

And then I stopped to see this on my way home.  Just when I thought my sunset days were over, well all I had to do was look left and there it was, setting.  What is this called?  A lagoon?  A bay?  Anyway, as it was setting, the ocean started turning pink.  It was beautiful. It just keeps getting better and better in my happy place.

Tomorrow my plan is to stay away from the beach just for my skin’s sake but I plan on sitting on my peaceful screened-in porch with a big cup of tea in the morning, then finishing my book by the pool.  I might go and find the mall too.  It’s right at the intersection where I get on I95 to go to work – that’s one mile away.  I have lots of coupons and I need lots of stuff for my new apartment. There’s also a movie theater over there – maybe I’ll even go to a movie. It’s like I’ve come back to life!

NEXT Friday my couch comes.  There are no words for how happy I’ll be to lay on a couch and watch TV.  I do love walking on the beach but, but, laying on a couch?  I don’t know, I have a lot of couch-laying catching up to do.  It’s going to be a Friday night toss-up.

xoxoxox

Welp, day 2 is here already.  I slept like a baby, woke up almost on time and made it to work on time and even stopped at my other place before work.  Easy-peasy commute. And I was actually able to listen to the radio long enough to learn that the new latest diet trick is to floss after eating in place of dessert.  Which leads to my first lesson from today’s move.

Put the floss in an easy/memorable place so you can find it easily.  Do not dig around in one of the containers with the bathroom stuff because undoubtedly there will be a nasty, rusty razor that has been in there for years and you will cut your finger and say to yourself…”what the hell?”  as you bleed all over the keyboard.

Moving on…after work today I went to my DeLand home 🙂 to partake in this, my last Wash-Wednesday (if you remember I have been assigned to Wednesdays as we share the wash machine.)  I’m so used to washing on Wednesdays that even when visiting others (like my mom) I will wait for a Wednesday to wash.  So anyway, while washing I loaded up my car.  I am a good packer.  I use small boxes that fit inside other things and well here is half of what was in my car:

A great thing about piece-mealing this move and only using my car is that it’s easier to unpack a little at a time. I have had offers to use SUV’s and I’m thinking that would be ALOT to unpack at once.  I’ll do it slow and put everything away as I go. That’s like a “sort of” lesson.

Speaking of putting everything away.  Lesson #2 – wash everything that you think is clean in the dishwasher!  So I haven’t had a dishwasher since May 2016.  That’s a little over 2 years.  I have been washing by hand.  You think you are getting things clean.  Especially when the apartment (and blind mother’s house) is dark to begin with.  The lighting is low in both places.  In my DeLand apartment I never realized just how dim it is.  I mean I do realize it when I’m getting ready for work and I think “hey, not bad for an old broad” and then I get to work and look at that same old broad in the work bathroom mirror and scream aloud “WTF!  Who is that?”  So dim lights are good for some things as well as fooling yourself into believing your dishes are clean.  I ran the first load through last night.  Look how sparkly:

Some additional advice on the dishwasher lesson.  #2A Remember as cute as those melamine plates are you have to put them on the top shelf of the dishwasher and in apartment living the top rack is not made for plates.  Slows the process a bit when washing your entire kitchen contents but the results are welllllll worth it.  I can’t believe I haven’t been sick all year.  I must have the healthiest immune system from all the bacteria that has built up in my system.

So let’s move on to Lesson #3.  When faced with having to line your kitchen cabinets cause they’re old or just because you like to do that kind of thing…never ever buy removable/adhesive contact paper.  Spend the extra money and get the shelf paper.  I mean who knew what a disaster that was going to be. I did an o.k. job on the drawers but these cupboards are ridiculously useless – they go way back into corners that I can’t even reach, let alone put contact paper down that’s sticking all over me.  Not being well versed in the contact/shelf paper arena of knowledge I thought I was being a thrifty shopper.  Well, this thrifty shopper is throwing the whole freaking roll out and going back for shelf paper.  And what the hell am I going to put in the back corner of those cabinets that I can’t reach?

Let’s see have I learned anything else?  Maybe this last thing.  When your blind mother is thinking of getting rid of a chair and you decide to keep it because it folds and will fit in your car and you can’t decide if you like it or not…don’t.  I mean I guess it’s cute.  It is a cute chair and kinda beachy. Last night it was stabbing me, the bamboo is coming up, so tonight I put a cushion on it.  I surprised myself by finding a cushion that I had bought for a chair when I lived at the beach the summer of 2016 and well I completely forgot I had it so I thought how fortuitous of me to hang onto something and then use it 2 years later; let’s give it a whirl:

I think that is going to have to be it for today’s wisdom.  My next load of dishes are waiting to be put in the dishwasher before bed – I’m gonna ooh and awe over the clean ones that I have to put away and put in the next load and then I really have to get some sleep.  This moving is a really great work out and soooo exhausting.  If only I end up with killer biceps..

xoxoxo

Here I am!  I’m exhausted and hot – it is mid July in Florida, it’s hot.  I’m not complaining.  I loaded up my car last night and this morning to make the first trip over after work.  It was a quick 30 minute commute.  Really easy. The place is cute.  Just the right size when starting over…again.  The possibilities are exciting.

I’m looking forward to getting settled.  I’ll have more of a personality when the move is all over.  🙂

xoxoxo