Blue-grey Monday

Tomorrow is the day a donation truck comes to pick up everything we’ve been waiting to get rid of. The entertainment center we couldn’t sell, they just aren’t cool anymore. Old vacuums, clothes, anything else to free up space and feel less cluttered. The weight is stubborn, and I’ve been liking my margaritas a lot lately. But it’s nothing a little tan can’t fix up. Trying not to obsess over a little extra, but it’s different when you wear a bathing suit. Overall, I’ve actually started to like it here. My uncle may be retiring soon, and offered to rent his house up in Arlington. Even if we could afford to buy it, which we never will, I don’t think Arlington is my cup of tea. Sure it would be more convenient, and who can argue with cutting 25-30 minutes off of a commute to work.

After all the work we put into this house, I feel like staying for a little while. Not forever. We are still thinking of Charlotte, or even Denver in a few years. But I think I would miss our custom closet. The big jungle of a yard. Our big new window in the front, we still have to find a curtain for. On the other hand, he would not charge us a lot for rent. He has money he doesn’t know what to do with. And we could rent out this whole house, save a good amount of money. Then head out in a few years, to wherever, and not be so broke.

Either way it ends up, saving money is going to be top priority after Costa Rica. It has to be. Chris is horrible at saving, the more he has the more he spends, and I’ll be honest and say it’s a little contagious. So, getting back on track after the end of next month. Financially, and at the gym. Trying to enjoy these moments, this year is going by so fast. In October, I will have been with Chris for two years. That shocked us both when we realized it. We feel like we’ve been together for so long, yet it seems like we just met, at the same time. At that little restaurant in Alexandria. Now I feel like things are right. I feel like running, as usual, but with Chris at my side. And Dex, can’t forget the pup.

I am fortunate to be where I am, trying to remember this every day, So my family is a mess and always will be. I’ve distanced myself, as I have always done, and I know for sure that I’m better off. When I turned eighteen and moved to Vermont, I knew I was never going to be back there for very long. Maybe I didn’t always do the best I could have, with what I had, but I’m happy now with where it all lead. A kiss from my boyfriend before work, adorable pup sleeping on my foot. How could I be angry at this point. Sadness, sometimes, but I’m moving on, slowly moving away from the source.

"You can never escape, you can only move South down the coast.."