Alternate titles to this post include: Say Hello to Lauren’s Anxiety! Holding Readers Captive While I Panic About My Life Choices Join Me on a Compelling Journey of Pre-Move Jitters Mostly, I’m excited to quit my job, start school and move halfway across the country on my own… mostly. Still, this is a huge life change that’s happening in a month and a half. Though I’ve done huge moves before (NC to MA, MA to TX), I always had Tim with…
When telling friends and family that I was moving to southern California for school, people’s first question was often what I was going to do with my horse. To me, Simon has been one of the easier obstacles. Once I get settled, I’ll look for a barn in CA and ship him in. Though there are still a lot of details to work out for Simon, I was more concerned with finding housing for me and the dogs than I…
When I started packing up my apartment two weeks ago it felt like waking up from a coma. As I wrapped a picture frame in newspaper, I stared at the empty box below me. I realized that I had absolutely no memory of packing up to move from my old house to the apartment. I knew that my friend and her mother had helped me, and that they had patiently wrapped so many mason jars and glasses in newsprint. I knew…
The two questions I heard the most after Tim died were “How are you doing?” and “Are you moving back to North Carolina?” I guess I shouldn’t have gotten annoyed at that second question, but it always rubbed me the wrong way slightly. “They” say not to make any big decisions in the first year (spoiler alert – I have already blown this rule in multiple ways) and the question always inferred to me that I would need to go…
For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot Tonight after work, I move into my new apartment. I’ve been dreading it. At first I thought I dreaded the move because it was…
Next week I’ll be moving into an apartment. My thoughts on the subject are ever so briefly summed up as, meh. Here’s a brief list of things I enjoy about being a home owner: Having a dog door Singing as loud as I want whenever I want Not renting Painting the walls Not paying $1 million dollars per bedroom Not being in an apartment Here’s a brief list of things my dogs enjoy about being a home owner: Having all the…
My new word is poop. Everything is poop. I have settled on poop because it’s more socially acceptable than me dropping the f bomb every other sentence. Plus, I’ve never written a blog title with overt obscenities in the title so I’m trying to hold on to that little shred of dignity. On top of all the grief, having your husband die is a giant pain in the ass. When you have lived with someone for over seven years, life…
Before I talk about how silly my horse is, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for… the winner of the Happy Hound personalized equestrian stationary! Congratulations to Grey Horse Matters for winning the stationary giveaway! As for Simon’s 1st day at the barn – his official word is that this is the weirdest horse show he has ever been to. When I was driving down the long farm driveway with speed bumps (aka I was driving slowly) I looked across…