Moving a hoarder

Do I even have to say it? Moving is terrible. Regular moving is not fun, but even worse than that, is moving into somewhere that is already occupied. HOW on God's green Earth am I meant to put all (a LOT of, ahem, stuff) in a home that has someone living in it comfortably? Doesn't really compute. Neither does a 23-year-old with as much crap as I have. I suppose that is what you get for being an orphan. A lot of stuff that you just don't know what to do with.

"Hey boyfriend, want to take on my hoarding tendencies AND the last 7 years of extreme emotional baggage!? Yeah!!"

No. Nobody wants this. The positive side of this is I will be donating a LOT of things to friends, the Salvation Army, and the storage shed (likely to be thrown away later). I have issues. I also am blogging at this point in time because I literally don't know where to start. I think a bottle of wine is where I start and I think the bedroom is where I should take that bottle. At least until I can find the bed.

I am thankful for the friends I have that support me and helped me move. I am thankful for wine. I love my boyfriend more than anything. I also love my dog.
These are a few of my favorite things.
I am blessed.

It is currently snowing and we moved a majority of my things in this weather. In Brian's words, "this is not ideal."

Back to it

H-hello? Is that you blog/bloggies? It sure has been awhile. The answer to why I'm back in the saddle is awful silly, really. I was reading my boyfriend's, ex-girlfriend's blog and among the [many] emotions it evoked, I felt a sadness that my 'writing' had been neglected. More than poetic words or elaborate stories, this is where I like to vent and update my public life journal. Blah, blah. Enough of this crap. Let's talk.

And let's also discuss my New Year's resolutions. I feel there is some level of power in writing these goals down that gives me a greater opportunity for success. I like these silly resolutions that have become a tradition and that no one follows through on. I don't know that I ever have. Either way, I'm a new woman and I'm very happy with where I'm at in this current season of my life and I believe this self-confidence will translate positively into my new year. I'm not reinventing myself, just bettering, and ultimately crossing some things off of the 'ol bucket list. So here goes:

I will go dairy free for one month in the new year (the goal is to start Jan 1st) (...maybe the 2nd if I drink a tad too much on the 31st)

I will train and compete in a half marathon. That is 13.1094 miles, people. Really, completing the race is the bigger goal here. 

I will do what I can to buy a house.

Try, even if just once, a new church.  

I guess that's all she wrote for now. If I had other resolutions, they have escaped me for the moment. I'm hitting the wall anyways, and have to close down the restaurant tomorrow, so I should head to bed. Remind me, in the next blog I have important life updates. Things like a puppy, an amazing (live-in as of midnight this morning!!) boyfriend, my Jesus sabbatical, family break[up] and slow rekindling, and much, much more.

This is a photo that my very best hipster friend took. Her name is Caitlan and she is talented. I'm a goof.