Eight months of waiting and BAM! The universe has dumped everything into our lap all in the same week and without any sense of order.
Our things are being delivered. Two jobs are in the running. Houses have been viewed. We have no answers, nothing set in stone, and no way of knowing which way the wind will blow, but I’m ready.
Eight months of trying to be creative in a house where I have no control, no room, and no self. I’ve been existing, but not living. I’m ready to breathe again.
And yes, I know. Boo-hoo, poor baby got to live with her in-laws rent free. Trust me, there was a cost, it just wasn’t money.