It's been a few days ... weeks... whatever... since I've posted on here. In my defense, it's been really busy and in my other defense I've been really tired from being really busy.
As of today, it's time to start a new chapter in life. By the time you're probably reading this I have bought a house. (If you're reading this after 10 a.m. CST then yes, I have bought a house. If you're reading this before 10 a.m. CST then I'm on my way.)
It's exciting. It's terrifying. It's a LOT of commitment. It's exhausting. It's the right decision for life right now, it's also very bittersweet.
So a little background in case anyone other than my mom and my cousin are reading this post. In 2007 I graduated college and couldn't wait to move the heck out of Arkansas to find the bigger and better cities. So I did. I moved to Atlanta, lived there for a couple of years and then between a terrible, awful breakup, and always being consistently homesick decided it was time to move back to Arkansas.
It was 2010 and I moved back to my college town thinking that life would be like it had once been, but that wasn't the case. My friends were still my friends, but it was different. I enjoyed being back in Arkansas but I wasn't challenged at my job where I was working. Looking back, it was all meant to be because during the nine months of living in my college town I was able to heal from the breakup and find the fun in me again. Anyone else forget who you were after a relationship that ended badly? You get it then.
While I was working at this terrible, sucky job for this awful man who did unethical marketing practices, I quit. Choosing to be unemployed was probably the best decision that I've ever made (besides moving from Atlanta from the terrible, awful relationship). I took a few months and decided it was time to move on from my college town to the capital of Arkansas, Little Rock.
The initial plan was to live here for a couple of years then move off again, after all, my soul was meant for bigger things and bigger places. Something happened, though, this city became my family in a way. My colleagues at work became my friends and my desire for more was being fulfilled by going back to graduate school and traveling for work. When I could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel of grad school I thought it was going to be time to fly off again.
What's the phrase, you make plans while God laughs? Well, sure enough, the big guy in the sky must have been tickled in his seat when THE day that I said, 'I'm done with dating. I am going to focus on me for the next year, graduate, and move to 'insert big city name.' THE DAY I said that at 10 a.m. is THE SAME DAY that I met my boyfriend. *insert eye roll of irony*
After dating for a few years, and deciding to move in together last spring, it's now time for another new chapter. Homeownership.
After six years of living in the same apartment, neighborhood, area of town, I'm moving. It's exciting in that I won't have neighbors living above me, or have a patio the size of a closet. I'm going to have a lot of space, my own 'real' office, and I can paint the walls WHATEVER color that I want.
So this chapter is closing its page. Boxes are mostly packed, everything is scheduled, and the only thing left is to sign my name approximately 398 times to sign away my life to a bank.
So, stay tuned for more updates. Meltdowns. Before & after photos. Recipes since there will be a kitchen to actually have room to cook in. Stay tuned for this next chapter.