My life is. It changes minute to minute, so there is no real need to explain in detail. I sit here, beginning this blog knowing in advance I will not be able to keep up with it. Or, maybe the blog gods will smile upon their newbie and give her time and space to pontificate online every once in a while. Last week, we signed on a house. We, as in the boy and the girl from day's of old who were young and forever dating, signed a lease on a house and will move in November. In one sense I am relived. I have waited for my own space not so patiently. And yet, it will not be my own space. I will be moving in with the boy. The boy is good, and I love him so and yet he is still a boy. I am a girl. A girly, smells good, obsessively clean girl. The boy, well, is not there yet. How will my nerves and bleeding ulcers take to the change? I guess I will find out in November. Until then I will just sit and dream of my perfect house, with the window box full of flowers and the new life I will be transitioning to. I will post pictures when I find time.
All I can do it keep breathing.