Gods, so much. Like, I can't even keep track. We moved! I know I mentioned this in my last blog that was just a copy paste of my newsletter, but Husband, kitties, and I now live in Connecticut. Pros: it's peaceful, it's quiet, it's mostly liberal. Cons: I gotta pay an extra 5 cent tax… Continue reading What Is Up, My Dude?
We moved. Again. It has been a struggle. I hate moving. I think most people do. I've made light of it in the past, and I think these are some of my best blogs, but these last two times have taken something out of me that I'm not sure I can get back. You know… Continue reading Moving, Vaccine, Writing, Oh, My…
In a word, this year has been weird, and in another word, December specifically has been busy. So it all just WENT and here I am, on the brink of January, both glad and sad to see it go. Moving, in general, was the theme. In fact, "Moving" might be my title for the year.… Continue reading Where Did December And 2018 Go?
Today should be a Vacancy post, but there are too many things going on right now for me to dedicate the right amount of mental power to that. I'm really excited about the next episode, so I don't want to cheese it. Unfortunately, Blogoween has become me hastily writing something late in the evening just… Continue reading Blogoween Day 22 – Real Life Scary Things
I've never blogged from my phone before and I must say, Dear Reader, I absolutely hate it, so this won't be long. We moved today. This is our seventh move in eight years. Some years we moved multiple times, and sometimes we spent multiple years in the same place. The latter were always the best.… Continue reading Blogoween Day 20 – Moving Day!
In moments of great stress, every life form that exists gives out a tiny subliminal signal. This signal simply communicates an exact and almost pathetic sense of how far that being is from the place of his birth. - Douglas Adams Husband and I are on the hunt for a new place to live. Or,… Continue reading Searching For Home
Part I and Part II if you're interested. Cat wrangling, much like ballet, is simultaneously an art and a sport. It leaves you breathless as well as creatively drained. On the morning we were to finally leave, the Thursday after Valentine's Day and a day behind schedule, our furry children had to be put in… Continue reading The Big Move Part III: Resignation
Have you, Dear Reader, ever felt betrayed by an inanimate object? I often attribute human characteristics to objects. I mentioned how Mari Kondo does this in Letting Go, and I said it's probably a little nuts to other people, but on some level I think most of us do this. I apologize to or become… Continue reading The Big Move Part II: Betrayal
If there is only one universal truth to life, it is surely this: You are never really prepared to move. You can have a plan laid out, you can do as much ahead of time as possible, you can watch all the tips and tricks videos that exist, but you will never truly be prepared… Continue reading The Big Move Part I: Optimism
Saying goodbye to Tampa, to work, to my friends, these things will be hard. But saying goodbye to my stuff? Dear Reader, there is little else in the world I love as much as throwing shit away. Hands down, the best part of moving is the opportunity one gets to purge. I don't even think… Continue reading Letting Go