I had a sneaking suspicion I was going to really suck at this 30 day blog challenge. I was right. But I have good reason! I have so many gigantic changes happening in my life that I really can’t keep up with blogging right now.
The biggest news is that I’m moving into the most adorable little house and I could practically burst out of my skin from pure joy. This is such a positive step for me, mostly because I’ll be living in a house again instead of a dank basement apartment that’s filled with mold and bad memories. But also, because this will be my kitchen.
I mean, seriously. That kitchen. My inner fat kid is ecstatic for space to make pastas and pies and brownies and to actually have a home for hosting friends to come over and eat said fat kid things.
Plus, hardwood floors! And a fenced in back yard! And patio space! And a writing/crafting/music room!
In case you can’t tell, I feel refreshed already. But that may mostly be for my late-night living room dance parties to once again become a reality.
So in the coming days, I’m boxing up my life (which basically consists of my family’s hand-me-downs), becoming homeless for a couple of weeks (and living with the lovely Kelsey Kimberlin), and still in the midst of a hectic roller derby schedule.
Even better? My uncle is visiting this weekend to take the last of my dad’s things to sell to a train hobbyist in Chicago. That’s eight years of stress and heartache gone overnight. Phew.
So don’t worry — one of these days, I’ll invite you guys over for pie to celebrate.
If you’re lucky, anyway.