I can not believe its been nearly four months since I have written. It seems like this time has just gone by without my knowing but yet so much has happened. Where to begin...
I finally moved into the new house. Even though I am still fixing and decorating different parts of it the whole thing has been amazing. It has been like a huge weight has been lifted off me and now I actually have room to spread my wings. I have over double the space, the serenity of a peaceful neighborhood, and a place I can truly relish in. My house is painted just how I want it and I am in the process of hanging the remaining items on the walls. Chloe also loves the new place. Its amazing how wonderful it is to see her relaxed and not stressfully scurrying around. I know this will help with the management of her disease as well and I love that.
Since the end of April I have also been able to cease with the online dating fiasco. All in all I had a lovely experience only filled with some awkward dates here and there. I honestly hadn't met anyone I could think about seeing regularly until I did. There have been guys with priority issues, no chemistry, and even the occasional wrist watch watcher. I have been dating the same guy now for almost two months. I think it's been that long, as one can see my time perception is a bit out of whack, but that's my best estimation. He is a complete doll and is easy to be around. I look forward to seeing him at the end of my week when our schedules allow and often find myself missing him when I know better than to this early.
I have also done a bit of traveling since I last put my fingers to the keys. I went with family to New York City at the end of May for a week and it was amazing. I am completely mesmerized by that city and still have the ambition to live there on a temporary 1-3 year term. I would love the experience of living in a city like that and don't even batt an eye at how daunting that could become. I mainly just want to be able to attend Yankee games and Central Park on a regular basis, but who can blame me? I also recently got back from a week long trip to St. Petersburg (Redington Shores) in Florida with my mom and Blaine. My parents bought a "beach" house there in April and it is truly a haven. I say "beach" house because it is not on the beach per say, but the beach instead is across the street, terrible locale I know. I really needed a week to recharge and it was wonderful doing nothing but the beach and reading all day from underneath a massive umbrella. We also lucked out because the Yankees were playing the Rays while we were there so we went to three out of four of the games in the series. I had a blast. The best part of all this is that I have my own key to the beach house and it is only about seven hours from ATL, making it the perfect trip to bliss. My new sweetie and I will be enjoying Labor Day there and oddly enough my parents will be there as well. Here's to a couples retreat...
I also celebrated my year anniversary of living in Atlanta on July 4th weekend. It was bittersweet of course. I don't regret my moving down here and away from everything I have ever known, but somewhere in the back of my heart I thought I would be in a different place. It is hard to believe that nothing has changed yet everything has at the same time. I don't know where I thought I would be or what I thought I would be doing but it never works out that way. Sometimes I thank GOD that it isn't the way I imagined...where would I be if I relied solely on my mind and wisdom, probably up a creek with no paddle.
All the little things along the way that seem pointless really do mean something in the end. Afterall, like I always try to tell myself, all the little things are really big things in disguise. Maybe, I dreamt I would be working for a magazine going on exotic field trips across the globe and writing for my supper. Although that's my dream and I know in the very core of my being that I will one day be so unhappy with everything not concerned with writing that it will eventually provide a life for me, that day has not come yet. I have to learn more, experience more, see more, love more, then maybe the universe will kick me a bone. It's ironic how things are kinda like that...like all those battered and agonizing relationships I put myself through maybe have shown me what I deserve and how much I can give a person. Maybe it's too soon to think all that, but maybe going "balls to the walls" as my sister would say is the only way to discover new depths in my career, relationship, well being, and soul. In the end, well I will let ya know.
Every wall is a door. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
