Of No Fixed Address

Hi. Remember me? I used to be a blogger but lately I’ve just been a Debbie Downer (sorry, Debbies). I’ve written this post a hundred times in my head over the last month but didn’t have the will to actually type it out.

Hi. Remember me? I used to be a blogger but lately I’ve just been a Debbie Downer (sorry, Debbies). I’ve written this post a hundred times in my head over the last month but didn’t have the will to actually type it out.

So here goes…

For the last month, I’ve been homeless. Or should I say, of no fixed address. Our house sale closed on July 30th and since then we’ve been camping. Living in all of 32 feet of RV goodness. I know, I know… we’re not exactly homeless but it kind of feels that way.

Next week…

Next week, we move across the province and into a house we have rented (that I haven’t even seen yet). We’ll live there for three months until our new house is built.

Next week the kids will start their first day of school. They know no one in their schools… not even each other. They will be at separate schools. My oldest is starting junior high (middle school)… that adds to my fear.

Next week marks the end of a great summer…

of sleeping in…

of living in Cape Breton…

(This is when it all gets to be a little too much and I want to hit the delete button and go back to hiding under the covers rather than dealing with what’s to come.)

Over the past month, I’ve been trying to make some decisions about our house that is currently under construction. Decisions like cupboards, floors, doorhandles… you know, life changing decisions. (No, not really but it feels like it). Trying to make decisions when your heart really isn’t in it is tough.

And while we’ve been lucky to have been surrounded by family and friends all summer at the campground… it still feels kind of lonely. Fast forwarding in my head to September… all summer long.

But do you know what’s going to finally send me over the edge? The fly that is dive bombing at me as I type and pour out my heart to you.

Asshole fly.

So I’m going to go put on my big girl panties, pick out some counter top for the new house and hunt down that fly. No more Debbie Downer…

Oh… and I’m going to enjoy some boxed wine with great people this weekend to celebrate the almost end of summer… some things will never change and that makes my heart happy.

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