Anything about Everything

  August 15, 2021. After the tumultuous summer I had the pleasure of suffering through, I finally picked up the keys to my new place. Lease was signed, and boxes started coming in. I had a place to call HOME. No more moving around every 10 or so days. No more life in storage, my car, whoever's home I was staying in, and scattered about the state.  I had my final therapy session with my last therapist (she's not licensed in NH :( I am so sad) and she said something to me that I will never forget.. "When you get your keys, and you're alone, I want you to stand in the middle of the room and celebrate your win. YOU did this." When my landlord left and it was just me in the apartment, I had a SOLID cry. 10 weeks of pent up emotions to just get through it had come bubbling up. I wasn't sad - I was relieved. FINALLY having a mailing address, FINALLY having one place to sleep in without packing it up. I managed to get myself through an incident that doesn't come w...

  The corny answer? Anywhere with Mike.  The less corny answer? The John F. Kennedy Library in Boston. Closely followed by Disney World and my parents' house.  The JFK Library and I have quite the history. When I was a child, I would often spend a week in the summer with my maternal grandparents. Granddaddy volunteered at the Massachusetts Archives on Tuesdays, so the week I stayed with them, I got to go! The Massachusetts Archives is located in the same area of Boston as the JFK Library.  When Granddaddy would take me with him on Tuesdays, he would also be sure to point out the JFK Library. I learned all I needed to (at that age) from him, and one afternoon he took me into the library. A museum with everything in it from JFK's presidency. The first Catholic president happened to be from Boston - how stinking cool! I went back often as an adult. It brought me a sense of peace and happiness. I feel so at home there. I've taken a lot of my friends and family there, and...

Our apartment as a whole makes my heart so full. It is a perfect little first "home" for Mike and I. It's definitely smaller than what I lived in before, but I would absolutely classify this spot as cozy. It's just us, so it's not too cramped.  If I had to pick a space or a room in the apartment that makes me happy.. I would have to pick the kitchen. It's small, but probably the most beautiful part of the apartment. Mike and I cooking together in there makes me (most times) happy. As someone who cooked a lot before I moved in here (in any of my previous apartments), it's nice to share the responsibility. I have been demoted to sous chef, which is actually a blessing. I had a hard time with it at first, because I was so used to cooking. But it's not always a bad thing to let someone else step in and take over sometimes!  Our kitchen is the first room you walk into in the house. It's so warm and welcoming. When I was apartment hunting, I was getting ...

Day 2 of 30 This past weekend, I took a drive around my hometown. I haven't been a resident of that city for 5 years now but I still know how to get around the back roads and shortcuts I learned when I was 16 and learning to navigate the roads on my own. This town is forever a part of who I am, how I was raised, and while I constantly gripe about how "bad" my hometown is (it's had its ups and downs), it's still my hometown.  I spent 23 years living in this city. I went through 12 year of school there, I came home on college breaks. This city has become a part of my DNA, and while I no longer live there, I still visit from time to time.  I started my schooling at the high school, in the Rangerland preschool. I finished my schooling in that same high school, just a different capacity. The in between years, however, were spent at 2 different schools. Growing up at the Central Elementary School was an experience not many people can say they ...