…And I’m Moving On

Whoever coined the term bittersweet was a genius.  Today, I left my tiny apartment for a bigger, more adult two-bedroom down the road.  Logically, it was past time to upgrade.  Emotionally, however, I wasn’t fully ready to let go.

I moved into that third floor one-bedroom freshly single, still stinging and nervous to start fresh.  It was my first time living alone.  I spent my days working at Muffley and my nights overlooking a beautiful forest where, in the winter, you could see all the way to the road and watch the stoplight blink from red to green.  I started my first business in that apartment, read too many books, drank too much wine, watched a lot of Gilmore Girls, and found love again.

I’m not the same person who stepped through that door for the first time two years ago.  I, and my life, outgrew that small place.  And while I miss it already, it’s high time to move on.

I’m probably the only girl in the world who will write a eulogy for an apartment, but I don’t care.  Inanimate objects or not, they can still mean something to you.

So I’ll spend my time now in my large, spacious office overlooking the greenspace.  I’ll wake up with coffee in the sunroom, have dinner in my dining room.  Maybe I’ll start another business.  Regardless, it’s time to walk through the door to the next phase of life.

Happy Friday, y’all.  Make it a good one.


November is arguably my favorite month.  Especially this year, as Halloween was on overdrive and I’m kind of glad it’s over for another year.

The Halloween party, however, was a smashing success.  However, I feel like I’m getting old, as I got so sleepy that I had to go to bed before everyone left.  I also considered telling all the trick-or-treaters to get off the lawn.  Old lady, party of 1.

This year, November brings changes and first times and other exciting things.

For instance, Thanksgiving will be spent with my man at a cabin nestled deep in the Great Smoky Mountains.  Luckily, there will be cable television and a stove/oven, so I can both watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and make dinner.  While this will be my first time creating a Thanksgiving dinner from scratch by myself, there are concessions – Nanna will be making her famous (and my favorite) cornbread dressing earlier in the week, so we can tote it along with us.  Some things are sacred, and can not be messed with.

The Wood Brothers are celebrating their newest album release at the Buckhead Theatre in a few weeks, and Justin and I will be there.  I’ve been itching to introduce him to this band for months now; there is no better concert than a Wood Brothers concert.

Late November will also bring a walking Oglethorpe tour.  In the past months, I’ve spent numerous evenings volunteering at the Ogle and have chattered endlessly to Justin about it.  It’s time he had a tour, Starbucks coffee in hand, gorgeous leaves falling all around us.

And, as an aside, my first trip to Vegas is planned for January!  A few days after the new year, the man and I will jet off to the west and indulge in delicious restaurants and site-seeing.  I will, of course, indulge in the swimming pool, gym, and spa while he attends conferences during the day, but that’s neither here nor there.  Life with this man is an adventure, and I’m loving every minute of it.

Readers, I’m off to do a strange combination of work, make lists, and clean.  Seems my life is always coming back to those three things…and I couldn’t be more satisfied.

Making a Life

Favorite new nightly tradition: getting all scrubbed and ready for bed, crawling under the covers, and watching Prison Break with the boyfriend, who is doing the same at his house.

I’m feeling an increased need for balance lately, in both my life and my dog’s life.

As an aside, the cats are fine.  The only balancing they do is when they tiptoe through the bookshelf or jump up onto high places.

I’m trying to notice the little things, appreciate the small stuff.  For instance, I drove home from the Majestic Diner late tonight with my windows down and music up loud.  This is a simple pleasure I’ve been doing since I bought Veronica in 2006.  Night driving calms me.  It centers me.  It takes me places and brings me back again.  As was said in one of my very favorite movies, some music needs air.  Roll down your window.

Finding balance echoes in the morning hours, as well, when Walden and I wake up and hit the pavement for our 45 minute walk.  Good for both him and me, these walks wipe the cobwebs from my mind and wake me up, readying me for another long day of phone calls, clients, writing, and general creativity.  We repeat these walks in the evening, when I’m coming down off my creative buzz and feeling fuzzy.  And these walks balance Walden, so that he won’t chew or jump around or act like a small tornado in my living room.

Calm is key.  For everyone.

We’re set to see the first 40s of the season this weekend, and I couldn’t be more ready.  I feel alive in the cold.  The brisk winds bite my cheeks, and when I inhale, the new season fills me full, and I feel autumn in my bones.

Balance.  I’ll be wishing for summer when the first snow comes and I’m stuck inside for 3 days.

Until then, I’m enjoying life.  Trying to walk that delicate line between having a job and making a life.

Life is Good

Sometimes I compare myself to other people.

Who are we kidding, I ALWAYS compare myself to other people.

As we speak, I have laundry (slowly) going, an almost empty cup of coffee that I think would have been more effective if I’d inserted it intravenously, a sleeping dog cuddled next to me, and deadlines looming overhead.  Not to mention my annual Welcome Fall Decorating and Chili Night.  My goal is to have the work done and the house clean before tomorrow evening at 6, so I’m feeling the pressure.  It’s not necessarily a good pressure, but hey.  I take what I can get.

I see my Facebook friends and acquaintances living carefree and successful lives, and I have to remind myself that it’s not real.  Social media portrays the good stuff, not the bad or the hard or the impossible.  That’s the stuff people keep under wraps, when in all actuality that’s the stuff that should be aired.  We all struggle.  We all doubt.  What we need, instead of seeing a thousand other seemingly perfect lives, is to see that we’re not alone.  Other people feel the same way.  We all have struggles.

But when I start my comparative analysis, I realize: my life is pretty good.  It’s quiet.  It’s real.  I have sweet, healthy pets, a career that I’m passionate about, a sturdy apartment, food in my pantry, and a family and man who love me.  It’s not what I envisioned, but the best things always come around unexpectedly, so I’m embracing it.

Life is good, y’all.

Making the Most Out of September

The weather has finally turned; I checked out the long-range forecast this morning while drinking coffee and eating leftover birthday cake, and the highs for the foreseeable future aren’t predicted to rise above the low-70s.  The clouds have set up permanent residence in our skies with the occasional rain shower.

I am pleased with this arrangement.

For instance, right now I am sitting in by bed, warm and comfortable under my favorite blue patchwork quilt.  I was awoken early this morning by mom’s car troubles and have been fuzzy ever since.  I am not a morning person; I wish I were.  I want to wake up before the sun comes up and take Walden for a long walk and drink coffee on the porch and greet the sun’s first rays.  Maybe one day, but don’t count on it.

I digress.

Every so often I can hear my windchime blowing its melodic chime in the autumn wind outside.  I can look out of my window and see the first glimpse of red on the crepe myrtle leaves.  I don’t need the air conditioning on full-blast when I get in the car, and jeans are once again comfortable attire.

We celebrated Nanna’s birthday on Saturday with a family dinner at my apartment; the cats and dog provided the entertainment, so at least they’re good for something.  I made a fall-ish menu, which made me only look forward to this season more.  There’s nothing more relaxing and centering, to me, than spending some time in the kitchen chopping, slicing, sauteing, and cooking.  Pour yourself some wine and go to town, and if there’s an awesome tv show blaring in the background (Gilmore Girls…Chopped…HGTV) that’s all the better.  Friday is my annual Welcome Fall and Make Delicious Chili and Bring Out the Halloween Decorations day, of which my fellow will be partaking in.  This is only his introduction to my holiday craziness enthusiasm; I hope he’s up to the challenge.  I think he might be.

Let’s not even talk about my Halloween Wars and Halloween Baking Championship on the Food Network.  They both premier next week; I wait for them all year long and am beside myself from the time I see the first commercial advertising their return up until they premier.  It’s finally time!!

And then in between deadlines and meetings and busy work and housework I must fit in an oil change, as Veronica is making that tell-tale rattling sound that means it’s time to be freshened up.  Early next year, I’ll be car buying.  While a Honda Civic has been my goal for many, many moons, I’m finding myself straying from Honda’s clutches into something more grown-up.  We shall see.

My ramblings are long and varied, which is good for the soul but bad for readership.  Adieu, dear readers.  Until.