While We Are On The Subject

As I look around the "big house" I see only the potential to downsize. ....everything! The lake home is somewhat smaller,  more intimate, and has little space for clutter - I think that's why it appeals to me so much. When preparing mentally and physically to downsize from from roughly 2500 square feet to 1/2 the size,  my mind gets all boggled.  What's a girl to do?

Like any blogger. ..I go trolling.  By way of a blogger I follow, I came across this blogger: http://dallas.citymomsblog.com/why-i-got-rid-of-my-wardrobe-capsule-wardrobe/

She has an amazing concept of downsizing clothes that I am anxious to do.  Not only will it help me to breakup with clothes that make me sad and hurt my feelings,  it will lead me gently down the path of simplification.  The concept is to choose 37 articles of clothing to use for coordinating outfits.  This does not include accessories,  but I have already been thinking about downsizing those to a few key pieces.

Exciting?  Yes, actually.

I came across another blogger who had an awesome post about preparing for a move.  While I am no virgin (heehee ) when it comes to moving,  I realize that I need to be selective and mindful as I prepare to transition from the big house to the lake home while my husband is deployed  Lots to do!!

It's all scary but so super exciting!  At the lake home tonight, as I was hanging curtains and pictures, I knew that I was slowly moving home.

Peace

To Italy With Love

Way back when, well in early March, I lovingly packed a box with American essentials: coconut oil, pancake syrup, peanut butter, pictures, toys, and girl scout cookie (yum yum), and sent it all across the pond to my niece in Italy. No only did it get lost in translation somewhere along the way, but it hasn't  appeared back on doorstep either. I swear that somewhere out there is an Italian postal worker sitting on his couch, wearing only his underwear, lathered up with coconut oil (ewww), dipping thin mints in peanut butter!!!!

Peace

A Tale of Two Cities

I am currently living my life in two cities. In one I am surrounded by years of life; the walls, the pictures, the decoration, the neighborhood....The other I have trees, water, a new canvas to decorate, and a quietness that is so soothing. Life between "home" and the Lake house is drastically different. When I am home on the lake I don't feel the pressure to put on makeup, dress up, rush around - I just go and be still. If I want to do, I do...if I don't, I don't. There, I am so far from the rat race of normal life that it's hard to imagine it even exists. At the home in the 'hood, there is a suburbia feel all around. When I come home from work it takes me a while to dial back and relax. I look around the house and I see...stuff (and dust - but, mostly stuff).

I don't feel like I am home here any longer - my heart wants to be at the lake. OUR home.

My time during Rich's deployment will be making the Lake home our Home. To simplify, downsize, and enjoy the coziness of a small home!

Peace!

The Write Stuff

Recently I was given the amazing opportunity to edit a novel for a friend. I never thought of myself as someone who had the skills to write, let alone edit, a work of literature, but I was surprised at how much I absolutely loved it. I enjoyed reading this wonderful novel and working on any edits that I felt would help it become a smashing success. Most surprising is that the author liked my work and accepted most of my edits. The book should be moving to publish very soon, if not already.

It feels surreal to have had any part in a novel and I am looking forward to Blood Moon hitting the literary scene in the near future!

Peace

Many Tears to Go

I am teary today.
Every emotion I have is fully engaged.

I keep moving....keep going. One foot in front of the other. Lest I stop, and drown in the pool of my tears and step on the shards of my broken heart.

Peace

Hello Again...Goodbye

This morning marked the beginning of his last pre-deployment training. A kiss...or four...a couple of long hugs later and off he went. The walls fell in for a few minutes and I let the tears come, and go. The closer we get, the harder it is to mask the grief inside of my heart...my soul.
Damn this stupid war. Damn this deployment. Damn the empty days and nights to come.

Damn it all!

Peace