It has been, frankly, a craptastic couple of months, in a whiny, bratty, world’s-tiniest-violin sort of way. I haven’t wanted to write this post, because, well, blahblahblahfart, who wants to read it (or write it, for that matter) but I can’t seem to write anything BUT this post, so this post we get. Sorry, kids. Better luck next time.
Here’re the facts: in the last month, we moved into our new home. I landed (!!!) my first book deal. My oldest children are wrapping up a wonderful school year, and the wee-est child has hit that amazing baby-into-toddler stage where he’s developing by leaps and bounds and every day is a bit of a fantastic miracle. THIS SHOULD BE AWESOME.
So why does it all feel like it sort of sucks?
First, let me just say: there’s a bridge nearby over a river that flows through our part of Pennsylvania (this is starting to sound a lot like this, I know). A bunch of years ago, some ice chunks took out part of it, so now the bridge is standing halfway out over the river, useless, and then it just…ends. It disappears. And this, my friends, is pretty much the way my brain has been working the past couple of months. The ice chunks have wreaked their havoc. So, in honor (resignation?) of these incomplete thoughts, a bullet list of randomness, I give you, from the kitchen of my new home:
Is this the worst, most boringest, most annoying post I’ve ever written? Possibly. Will I really want to read this in twenty years when I’m all nostalgic and reminisce-ylike? I doubt it. But it’s my life right now, it’s where my melancholy little brain is (read: I don’t do well with change, there are too many fuzzy pieces that I can’t seem to quite tie down, and my own creative outlet has been…this post), and now that this update is out of the way, I can move on to something else.
So, let’s move on, shall we? I’ve got unpacking to do.
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