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I was so young when I married. And I was married for so long. But now I’m a divorcèe. Who knew.

Seriously, I keep thinking of things to write here and I just don’t. I need to, for my sanity’s sake; for a creative outlet; for therapy; for outreach. So when do I finally post? When I’m buried in a list of to-do’s so long I can’t see straight. Procrastinate much? School is stressful – but…

I finally get another baby in my life, I knit for him, I cuddle with him, he falls asleep on my shoulder, we bond … and now, due to unfortunate circumstances his family has to move to Texas. No more baby therapy for me. For now. For who knows how long. That’ll be me crying…

I just realized that I have moved to a free state again. In our new home I am no longer denied the right to bear firearms or have alcoholic beverages on the premises. Yeehaw! We are now free to get tipsy and defend ourselves! Not necessarily both at the same time, though.

Finding things, either that you haven’t seen for a long while, or just things that you packed days ago and haven’t been able to locate in the sea of boxes, is one of the fun things about moving. We won’t talk about the not-so-fun things about moving right now.

I love her. And her mismatched socks. She is so beautiful, inside and out.  

Well, I think we’ve looked at about a billion apartments/duplexes/townhouses/houses/etc. We have lists, summaries, printouts, pro & con lists …. Excited, yet not looking forward to the chaos that is cleaning, packing, cleaning, moving, unpacking, cleaning, settling in, cleaning – all just in time for the spring semester to start in a week – hopefully.

dammit.

I know she is having the experience of her life. I know this is her dream and what she wants to do. I have worked really hard the past 4 months to be strong, supportive, positive and encouraging. But today is her birthday – and I finally lost it. I have shed tears, but this…