Just moving along
So it's been a long while since I posted anything of real substance. Not to say that singing the accolades of Alabama football doesn't have substance, even if it was a messy win this past weekend...it is a "W" in the final tally and that's what matters. I've been keeping up with everyone else, but just feel weird writing about my own world which feels pretty dull (but exactly what I want it to be).
Fall is creeping into the edges of a dying summer. Cool mornings and football are in the air, lest we forget that winter is right around the corner. Life has picked up a steady pace and a solid routine, and the world is good, well...at least my small corner of it. I've been at my job three months now, and I really feel like I've got a great footing. I'm good at this and I love it. It's 90% social work, 60% cheer leading and another 50% parenting. I'm up to something like 50 hours of comp time, but I really do love my job, and I don't think that I could have found a more perfect fit. I'm down to 28 surveys left to complete (WOO HOO) and I'm really looking forward to the end of this particular project. The long hours are so worth it when you get to go with a family to pick out the lot for their house, to hear them tell you that they've never lived anywhere that had trees and to cry with them as you dedicate their completed home. That's worth every hour spent. It's been made clear that if I continue to do a good job though my VISTA service, and the money can be found, I have a place here for a long time. *Talk about the worlds longest probationary period*
Home is where my heart is, and I can't wait to get there every day. I do domestic bliss well, and I love taking care of my family (two and four legged ones). The Munchkin has started back to school. We had a great summer together and we've missed the noise and chaos that a nine year old brings to a house. We're back to every other weekend and she is anticipating the birth of her baby sister at her mom's house. Several of our friends are expecting children in the coming year, and it's got us to start thinking about what and where our lives are taking us.
Our summer garden is providing the last little push of peas, okra and beans. The corn was sacrificed to the wild turkeys that have taken up residence on the land, and are a constant source of entertainment. We'll put in a winter garden this weekend and have already started planning for Spring..bigger next year and with a fence. The house is much more of a home now that almost all of the boxes are put away (the books still linger in a dark corner of the garage). In the end I kept only about 6 boxes worth of stuff brought back from DC. Hated that I spent that much money to hold onto those things, but I suppose that it was a form of therapy. If felt really good to donate so much of it. It's amazing how happy I am with so little stuff.
The Cowboy and I are wonderful. We're about to celebrate two years together and we've both commented on how funny life is to have brought our paths back to each-other. We're glad for all the experiences in-between, but something about "us" feels so right and so natural that it's hard to believe it wasn't the first time we dated. Life is funny like that. We have an ease with each other that has really developed over the last three months, and I think the walls that we both built around our hearts have, with diligence, begun to crumble. We're looking to the future and finding joy in planning together.
So there is my mundane and totally brilliant life. I'm lucky to fill each day with good work, good people and so much love and light. I can't ask for more, and I'm so happy to have reached the summit of this mountain.
Fall is creeping into the edges of a dying summer. Cool mornings and football are in the air, lest we forget that winter is right around the corner. Life has picked up a steady pace and a solid routine, and the world is good, well...at least my small corner of it. I've been at my job three months now, and I really feel like I've got a great footing. I'm good at this and I love it. It's 90% social work, 60% cheer leading and another 50% parenting. I'm up to something like 50 hours of comp time, but I really do love my job, and I don't think that I could have found a more perfect fit. I'm down to 28 surveys left to complete (WOO HOO) and I'm really looking forward to the end of this particular project. The long hours are so worth it when you get to go with a family to pick out the lot for their house, to hear them tell you that they've never lived anywhere that had trees and to cry with them as you dedicate their completed home. That's worth every hour spent. It's been made clear that if I continue to do a good job though my VISTA service, and the money can be found, I have a place here for a long time. *Talk about the worlds longest probationary period*
Home is where my heart is, and I can't wait to get there every day. I do domestic bliss well, and I love taking care of my family (two and four legged ones). The Munchkin has started back to school. We had a great summer together and we've missed the noise and chaos that a nine year old brings to a house. We're back to every other weekend and she is anticipating the birth of her baby sister at her mom's house. Several of our friends are expecting children in the coming year, and it's got us to start thinking about what and where our lives are taking us.
Our summer garden is providing the last little push of peas, okra and beans. The corn was sacrificed to the wild turkeys that have taken up residence on the land, and are a constant source of entertainment. We'll put in a winter garden this weekend and have already started planning for Spring..bigger next year and with a fence. The house is much more of a home now that almost all of the boxes are put away (the books still linger in a dark corner of the garage). In the end I kept only about 6 boxes worth of stuff brought back from DC. Hated that I spent that much money to hold onto those things, but I suppose that it was a form of therapy. If felt really good to donate so much of it. It's amazing how happy I am with so little stuff.
The Cowboy and I are wonderful. We're about to celebrate two years together and we've both commented on how funny life is to have brought our paths back to each-other. We're glad for all the experiences in-between, but something about "us" feels so right and so natural that it's hard to believe it wasn't the first time we dated. Life is funny like that. We have an ease with each other that has really developed over the last three months, and I think the walls that we both built around our hearts have, with diligence, begun to crumble. We're looking to the future and finding joy in planning together.
So there is my mundane and totally brilliant life. I'm lucky to fill each day with good work, good people and so much love and light. I can't ask for more, and I'm so happy to have reached the summit of this mountain.