Wednesday, May 27, 2015

A New Addition

Some of you might be wondering where in the heck I've been, why the pictures I promised of the rest of the apartment haven't been posted, and what exactly I've been doing with all of my free time since the last post here was, sadly, over a month ago.


Here's the reason why! (Well, not the entire reason, but a big part of it - and how could you possibly be mad at that face!?) The last 6-months have been filled with incredible highs, and remarkable lows. My life has changed in ways that I never expected. I lost my best friend, (Abby the Golden Retriever) and I chose to make a change ending a relationship that I had invested 8.5 years in. It came with a shift in place, things, community, routine; and it forced me to take note of, and to understand the value and the struggle that comes with being, and living, alone.

 
 
When I was working on the main living spaces of the apartment, I didn't recognize how significant my life changes were. I was consumed with making a beautiful home. At the end of the work day, I would shop, or primp, paint, or sew, hang things, rearrange things, designate homes for new finds, old finds, and everything in between. Before I even knew it, it was midnight, and pulling back the sheets on a new bed in a new place just didn't seem so strange.
 
Fast forward 6-months, an apartment mostly finished, and a life that is less focused on tasks at the end of work day, and pulling back the sheets on that same bed, in the same place, is labored and forced to be intentional. The silence, is almost deafening. And while the changes I've made in my life are some of the best and most well planned and thought out I've ever accomplished, the idea of living alone was far more fantastical than the practice.

 
I knew it was time to introduce someone into my life, more animated than Leo. So, I made the decision to invest in a friend. I knew that getting a dog would be on my list of things to do. I did not expect, however, to make a home for one here. Primarily, because it meant a move, and the slow-motion, often disastrous act of moving, no matter where you're going, is never fun.



So, once I knew this little fella was destined to be my new partner in crime, I put all apartment changes and finishes on hold, until I find a new place to call home. Once I have a better handle on what that means - whether it be continuing on here with necessary changes - or moving to a different place ... I'll get you all filled in on the d├ęcor. That is, after all, the point of a decorating blog, right?

Talk soon!
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