I know, lame way to start… but I’m not sure how to start after 6 months of not saying anything.
I’ve been thinking about you all a lot recently, trying to decide whether I can bridge the gap between blogging and, well, not blogging. And also deciding whether I have anything worth saying? I already know I either need to blog a lot or not at all because I can’t seem to find the right balance of just doing 1 or 2 every couple of weeks, before I know it- 6 months has gone by.
But I still use WordPress, I still read other blogs and today a little notification popped up to say I’d been the proud owner of Amy Who for two years…
Two whole years.
When I think back to who I was then and who I am now, it’s a big change. Okay I look the same, sound the same but I don’t act the same, I don’t feel the same.
I’ve been thinking about how I’ve changed a lot recently because this Friday I get the keys to my brand new house. A house that I will happily be sharing with Mr Amy Who and our plans to fill it with a puppy and who knows what else in a few years and I feel so happy and yet really sad about spreading my wings of this flat.
Practically- a one bedroom flat with no storage and an increasing amount of black mould is not where I want to be but this flat is me. I came into it a totally broken girl with no money, no real career, no life, a broken down relationship and I’ve grown into a woman that can survive and live. A woman who can be brave enough to go abroad exploring by herself, who can pay her own bills, who can advance her career. And okay, that was down to me, not the flat but I was here when I experienced all that. When I clicked the confirm button on the flights to Barcelona, when I’ve come home and cried about a really hard day, when I’ve annoyed the neighbours with my constant singing.
So maybe I’d run out of things to say because I didn’t have much to moan about…
That’s not a bad place to be.
But it’s time for a brand new start. I’m going to be moving to a house, with stairs! I’ve not had to navigate stairs in my own home for 3 years. Sure, I have to use stairs to get to my front door but then I’m done, sorted. It’s only a quick stumble from the living room to the bathroom but now…
Well now it’s not that easy!
I’ve got a garage and a garden and I’m thinking about the flowers I want to plant. I couldn’t keep the little herb garden in my kitchen alive so I’m not sure what hope they’d have but the thought is there.
I’m going to have my own dressing room! I’ve claimed the box room for my own and it’s going to be my little sanctuary. Because you need that when you live with a boy.
He can have the garage.
And we’re planning for our little puppy. He wants a Husky, I want a Cockapoo so anyone know of something in between? It will hopefully be joining our lives later this year so watch this space.
And work is changing for the better (I think) but more on that later… There’s a whole other blog about that.
Which means they’ll definitely be another blog.
Lets do a work blog and then a house tour, ease myself in gently.
Here’s to starting again!