As you guys know a few months ago i left my apartment of nearly a decade in this time I’ve been living back home with my family and it’s been an interesting time. My original intention was to stick it out at least a year (obviously did not happen) but after just a few months i realized it just wasn’t something i felt was helping in a big picture sort of way. Yes i was saving money, but it wasn’t nearly enough for me to feel like that alone was worth losing my personal space/privacy. This isn’t to say i don’t love my family, I do. I appreciate everything they’ve done for me, and especially appreciate them letting me move back home and making space for me and my boys after being away for so long. It was an adjustment and I’m sure they feel the same way. Not to mention after bandit become sick, the majority of what i had saved was spent on his medical bills.
With that said. M and I are moving in together (ahh!) in just a few short weeks, and have been working nearly nonstop on weekends to get the place looking right! I’m very excited for this move, the place is REALLY coming along. We’ve done it all from ripping up carpet to painting, buying new furniture and we even stained the wood floor in the bed room (YES THERE’S A WOOD FLOOR). There’s a back yard the boys are going to take full advantage of and because Spring is here and Summer isn’t to far off, so are we.
This is a very much needed fresh start that I’ve been looking forward to. I’ve spent a lot of the last year wondering “what if” way to often, and this is the first time in a long time something has felt completely right.