I’ve been here for about a month now. In the last month I have been killing it at my new job, moved a fair amount of clutter out of the house, and found a wonderful spa to take care of all of my facial routines.
I have also found my permanent nail place, two fancy grocery stores where I can get pretty much anything I want, a couple of thrift stores if I want to make donations or get used books, a vast array of make up counters, clothing stores, shoe stores, and metaphysical shops in which to get my favorite incense.
I have failed miserably at balancing my 10- mhour workdays with being “the perfect housewife” but JD doesn’t seem to mind eating chili or pizza for dinner. This, of course, has not been friendly to my waistline but that will be the next thing to get in order.
We put so many crazy Christmas lights in the front yard and decorated our tiny little tree and it really does feel tacky and magical in the best way.
Bella loves having a backyard and Killer loves that I feed him chicken and sweet potatoes every night.
I’m really happy. Happy and glittery and safe and feeling creative again. I can’t think of anything better than all of this.