Well Crap.
I'm 25 years old and I am not where I had hoped I would be. I'm not married (in fact I'm divorced), I don't have kids, I don't own a house, and I'm the broke-est of my life and I have yet to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Don't get me wrong. I love where life has lead me but right now I'm feeling like 25 is ancient and if anyone mentions the word 30 I will probably keel over into some sort of freakish seizure that would traumatize everyone present.
In the recent months I have felt this strange lack of motivation to plan or organize or anything.. And this is so unlike me. I mean really, I had a plan 10 years ago of where I wanted to be on this very day. That shiny married home-owning mother with the career and the college degrees never deigned to show her lovely pink cheeked face. SO you will understand when I say I am a tad bit pissed at her and I have taken it into my head to find the real me. Starting with a reality check.
Life doesn't seem to go as planned but that is just fine.
So what if I'm not where I thought I SHOULD be today. I have a (insert appropriately lovey-dovey adjective here) boyfriend. (whoa baby, I just stepped up and typed that word. For some reason the word boyfriend has made me uncomfortable. I assume it is because for 5 years I said husband and the kink hasn't worked its way out so this is my deep tissue massage. Bamcis) I am a United States Marine. RESERVE. That's right sweetstuff, take in this weekend warrior, the super of the pouges. I have two gargantuan destructive yet deceivingly sweet labs pups. I say puppies but they are actually dogs. I'm sure you will get over it. And last but not least, I just signed a rental agreement for a house.
Which is what brings us to the meat of this post.
The House and its not so vasty emptiness require filling. And in an adult way. College kid decor only goes so far. I'm stepping up to the plate, planting my feet and swinging this I'm a grown up bat.
Luckily the house itself is a grown up. Nice little 1928. Remodeled thank goodness and fortuity.
I cant help but wonder what person almost 90 years ago was doing in their nice shiny new home....
And I am SO going to bake a pie in an apron and set it on the sill of that dutch door... It might even have to be a flowery apron..
The Puppy land... that will require some puppy proofing I do believe. But no more having to take whining poopers outside in the dead of night. HA. Just open the door. Sweet.
I will be doing a DIY remodel on a VERY tight budget. I moved from a three bedroom house to a one bedroom apartment and now I am shifting to this two bedroom house. Getting things to fit, fill and look elegant is the trouble.Moving day is next Tuesday.
I'm Pinteresting like crazy in the mean time..
I'm 25 years old and I am not where I had hoped I would be. I'm not married (in fact I'm divorced), I don't have kids, I don't own a house, and I'm the broke-est of my life and I have yet to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Don't get me wrong. I love where life has lead me but right now I'm feeling like 25 is ancient and if anyone mentions the word 30 I will probably keel over into some sort of freakish seizure that would traumatize everyone present.
In the recent months I have felt this strange lack of motivation to plan or organize or anything.. And this is so unlike me. I mean really, I had a plan 10 years ago of where I wanted to be on this very day. That shiny married home-owning mother with the career and the college degrees never deigned to show her lovely pink cheeked face. SO you will understand when I say I am a tad bit pissed at her and I have taken it into my head to find the real me. Starting with a reality check.
Life doesn't seem to go as planned but that is just fine.
So what if I'm not where I thought I SHOULD be today. I have a (insert appropriately lovey-dovey adjective here) boyfriend. (whoa baby, I just stepped up and typed that word. For some reason the word boyfriend has made me uncomfortable. I assume it is because for 5 years I said husband and the kink hasn't worked its way out so this is my deep tissue massage. Bamcis) I am a United States Marine. RESERVE. That's right sweetstuff, take in this weekend warrior, the super of the pouges. I have two gargantuan destructive yet deceivingly sweet labs pups. I say puppies but they are actually dogs. I'm sure you will get over it. And last but not least, I just signed a rental agreement for a house.
Which is what brings us to the meat of this post.
Luckily the house itself is a grown up. Nice little 1928. Remodeled thank goodness and fortuity.
I cant help but wonder what person almost 90 years ago was doing in their nice shiny new home....
And I am SO going to bake a pie in an apron and set it on the sill of that dutch door... It might even have to be a flowery apron..
The Puppy land... that will require some puppy proofing I do believe. But no more having to take whining poopers outside in the dead of night. HA. Just open the door. Sweet.
I will be doing a DIY remodel on a VERY tight budget. I moved from a three bedroom house to a one bedroom apartment and now I am shifting to this two bedroom house. Getting things to fit, fill and look elegant is the trouble.Moving day is next Tuesday.
I'm Pinteresting like crazy in the mean time..
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