It’s been awhile since I have written a new blog post. Normally when I don’t write for a long time it is because I have a lot going on in my life.
Then I always tells myself I should write more during those times. It is after all my personal therapy. I don’t. But I still tell myself I need too. I even live in the future tense in my own brain. “Oh when work settles down.” “Oh when this or that happens.” I am SUPER good at avoiding the thing I love the most on this earth.
I have been rather busy this past month. Being a ninja is rather tiring. I’ve also been working 12 hour days the last two weeks, so that does tend to wear a person down.
I have hit that “I’m single and I don’t give a crap what I eat for dinner and I sure as hell don’t care about makeup stage.”
This is a liberating yet exhausted stage of existence. Have to be at work at 5am? Cool. Let’s just roll out of bed oh say, 4:30? Yep. It’s a bit chilly as I walk to my coffee maker, fire her up and walk back to my bedroom where I slather on the deodorant. And if I’m feeling super frisky I’ll spray on some perfume and curl my eyelashes, throw some mascara on ( all the while reminding myself that Maybelline sucks and I really need to buy some good mascara!) Grab my cup of coffee and head out the door.
Cussing out the existence of the day ahead and resenting slightly that I’m not currently independently wealthy enough to where I can just go travel.
The life of a single woman. Coffee is breakfast. No?
Ah, to me it is anyways.
That is the main reason I find I have not found time to write. I’m that girl who values her sleep. Like I will stab a bitch if you wake me up. No. For real. I will stab you. With my evil female glare as I mumble you out half awake.
That’s a beautiful mental picture I think.
Life has been busy on the personal front. Not in the guy department; I will get to that though. But more on the I am a ninja on the way to building my empire type way.
Back in April I made an offer on my first ever home. A condo.
In June I moved in under early occupancy on the pretenses that we would be closing within a few days of me moving in.
This, this is where the stress of buying a home came into play. Up until trying to get a closing date and my previous landlord not caring that I hadn’t closed on my condo yet, everything was going so perfectly smooth.
I didn’t understand why people stressed out about buying a home. Hell to me buying my truck was more of a freak out than this was.
Go figure?!? It didn’t make sense to me either. I think though, that it had to do with me slowly accepting that I am here. In Juneau. Maybe I’ll run. Maybe not. I do like to run though. Anyways, back to buying a Condo and closing dates….as of July 1st 2016
I AM OFFICIALLY A HOME OWNER!!!!!!!!!!!
Can I get a “what..what” can I get a “whoop whoop.”
In the end after all was said and done it all worked out in my favor. I questioned the path I was on. Even though I knew it was the right one and I was actually aligned with the universe. I thought about backing out of the deal, losing a few thousand dollars (no biggie, right?) Quitting my job, packing up my truck and getting on a ferry.
Off to the next adventure. I lived in this head space for a half hour or so then I would talk myself down and remind myself that I am again aligned with the universe.
Until the closing date got pushed back again. This happened I would say at least 5 times.
I stressed. I cried. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to smoke a cigarette. I hit a bottom and I couldn’t see “up” only “out”.
And here I am laying in my bed on my day off. A home owner. I am blessed. I am supported by the universe and I am living a wonderful life. My life. Single it may be and that is really ok. I do enjoy being single. I think I’m also afraid of commitment just a tad. Again a post for another time.
I am getting my couch delivered tomorrow and I am excited to see my home coming together.
I must remind myself that Rome was not built-in a day.