I haven't experienced a thunderstorm in my new house. Did you catch that? Yes, my new house. I have a place of my own. It is an incredible feeling to walk around a place that is yours and only yours. I like being alone. Normally I get my energy from being with people. I have found that I have really enjoyed staying at my house and being by myself. My home is peaceful. It arrived with no memories of its own. It was just built a few weeks ago. The only footprints left in my cheap carpet were made by people I love. My family walked through it as they helped me move, and my closest friends came in to help me fold laundry and say "pretty!" when they walked in the door. It is a sweet place. A surprisingly pink place, as well. I really feel like a grown woman now.
The other night I crawled into my new bed and ate cereal from a blue Dixie cup. Ecstasy.
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I love to eat cereal out of a cup!!! I'm so glad someone else shares that weird quirk! So glad you have your own space and that you're loving it!
So fun that you have a new house. Wish I was still in Greensboro so I could see it in all it's pink glory.
Congratulations. Love your house, and it will love you back!
Yay!! You're writing again! And your place is adorable.
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