This time of year I’m usually counting down the days until all of the holidays and candy and pie making and family time. But this year has taken quite the turn. In two short weeks Jon and I will be moving into our own place and just a few days following that is our one year anniversary and his birthday. I’m finding it hard to be excited for much else. We are going to be broke for the holidays but we will be surrounded by family, friends, and the love that we have for each other..and I think that beats any gift money can buy. I’m so excited.
In a month or so I will be moving into a new home with just me and Jon. This is huge and I dream about it all day. Ever since the first time my sister got pregnant I have voluntarily taken the role as second mom to her kids. My oldest niece is almost 12 and my youngest nephew is almost 5 so I’ve been doing this for a very long time. A few years ago my sister and I decided to move in together because it would be so much easier for me to help with the kids (she’s a single mom obviously.) I love those kids with every ounce of my soul and would do anything in the world for them but I am so, so excited to get out on my own and have a place to call my own. I keep thinking about the holidays and how I’m going to be able to decorate however I want and get my own tree and just be in my own element and I can’t even explain how thrilled I am. Jon expressed some.. I don’t want to say concern but..I don’t know..about it being just the two of us. Said it would be weird. I think it’s going to be fantastic, I am going to have sex all over the place and not worry about a damn thing. Yep.
I can’t wait for this album to come out!
I cannot believe that this time a week ago I was on the ocean cruising back to Florida. It doesn’t feel like I’ve been home for a week. It doesn’t feel like I was on the cruise for a week. Time goes by so quickly. So abruptly. Without any warning at all. It’s unreal. My oldest niece (my dearest baby) started middle school this year. Sixth grade. My youngest nephew turns five in November. I mean, where does the time go? I feel like I have blinked too many times and lost all of this. Memories piled up on top of one another and are falling through the cracks. So much happens in so little time, It’s hard to keep everything together. Jon and I are closing in on our one year anniversary. My dad is closing in on 60. I’m 25. My youngest brother is going to be 18 and graduate from high school. Erin is on the verge of becoming a wife. Time. Is. Flying. We are rapidly approaching the holiday season and as much as I am cheering it on I can’t help but look back at the past year and ask where it went. But, doesn’t that always happen? Each year we reach this half way point and cannot believe we’ve gotten there. But we’re here. Grasping at whatever we can to prepare us for the oncoming months. and don’t they fly by, too? I feel like at the end of each Christmas morning I am sitting in piles of wrapping paper and can’t believe it’s already over. Kids buried deep in gifts and adults sleeping on the couch. Hours and hours of prep in the kitchen to all be devoured in minutes. It’s all just a rush. A time warp.
lets slow down.