Or I should say, my soon to be ex-husband did.
Nothing quite like going on a planned ahead of time road trip with your bestie, only buying a singular book (not even for me; it was for him), only to be told "I'm filing for divorce."
Okay. Guess I'm moving me and my son out when I get back from being out of state. I'm done trying to save this disaster of a 13 year relationship...
Needless to say, I have spent the last 6 weeks moving all of my belongings into my father's house that I inherited last year. Which I guess I'm not selling now.
So while I have not been doing a lot of reading, I have still been listening to my audiobooks while I'm organizing, tossing trash, recycling, donating... Look. There was over 60 years worth of stuff in this house already that belonged to my father, my great uncle, my grandmother and my grandfather. Then I was moving in my 40 years worth of crap and my kiddo's nearly 18 years worth... Give me a break, I'm losing my mind.
There's light at the end of the tunnel though. My books are all out of boxes finally. My crafting and planning supplies are living outside of boxes, sometimes for the first time in years. My food budget has been cut in half. And let's not forget. I own the house outright. Completely mine. Only have to pay the property taxes. Not every woman in her early 40s can say she just got handed a full on house.
So there hasn't been a lot of bookish content. My social media has been filled with a lot of sad and heartbreak memes. Every day it hurts a little bit less. Every day the possibilities of my future become a little clearer.
I'll be able to find a schedule for content that is more consistent eventually. For my non-existent readers of course. But I'm chronicling how I got here for my future readers. You'll find me whenever you find me and you'll find what you're needing. I have faith that you'll get here when you need what I'm offering.
HAPPY READING, EVERYONE!!!
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