vlog

It’s a chilly morning and I’m snuggled in a blanket on the couch with my second cup of coffee. It’s quiet-just the shhhhh of the furnace. I have a cookie scented candle burning from Bath and Body and it smells delicious.

It has been a busy several months since I’ve last written.

I have officially moved into my grandma’s house-directly next door to the house I lived in for the past 20 years. I boxed up her lifetime of accumulated belongings and moved the majority of it into my old house. I still have a lot of things left to move out but it’s a process.

I was able to design the remodel completely on my own: paint, fixtures, tile, counters-everything, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. We’re actually still in the process of remodeling but the main areas are done. It’s a small house but so much bigger than where we were. I honestly felt like the Old Lady in the Shoe, especially having seven of us living in less than 1000 square feet with ONE bathroom between us. We managed; we survived.

I think what I love the most is that I’m living in a house in which I’ve only ever had good things happen. My grandma was such a treasure to me-all through my growing up years as well as my adulthood. As a kid, we all had family dinners on Friday nights at her house where we’d laugh, eat, and us kids would watch The Dukes of Hazard or Benny Hill reruns.

It’s surreal living here. I know it’s the same house but it looks so different. I have my couches and tv facing a different direction but in my head I can still see my grandparent’s rocking chairs and all of their furniture. It’s like my memories are clashing with the new ones I’m making. My kids will be so confused when I’m old and trying to tell them stories; I’ll have the timelines all garbled. Oh well, they can sort it out.

I’m in the process of trying to start either a vlog or a podcast…I get myself so worked up with anxiety about it that I haven’t actually put anything together. Stupid, isn’t it? My biggest downfall is fear of failure. Lord only knows what I could have accomplished if I didn’t hold myself back.

I’m still alive, if you hadn’t guessed. And back on a diet. *groan*

Since I feel like my writing is stuttering, let me share a few pictures with you: