8:52 a.m. - 2008-07-08
The days of change are now!
Argh, foiled again. The more anxiety I have about money the more it dances out of my reach. Take this morning. I just finished an hour and a half massage (I know....long one. I see this one twice a week! Cha-ching!) and expected my 9:30 to be smiling in the chair outside my room. To my chagrin there was no one grinning. Alas, I waited 15 minutes before giving the obligatory "Where are you we had an appointment" call, which I despise, by the way. No one was home, leading me to belive said client was on his way. So, now I'm posting to my neglected D-land blog and taking deep breaths. Can we say anxiety ridden, children? The reason? It's rather simple, actually.
This past weekend was chock-full of 4th enjoyment (minus fireworks since Griffy poo lost it an hour before they were scheduled. Poor kid. They were to be his very first fireworks display.) (On another note, client just called! He just woke up! Funeral, etc., will see him tomorrow. The fates be damned!) We had a plan to go to Burlington to visit friends, relax, and have a non-work atmosphere. That kind of happened. Stuck in the middle was a visit to an apartment directly across the street from a dear friend who happened to remember this weekend that this particular neighbor had told her the apartment in her house was available soon. Friend, after the realization that WE needed a place and soon, put it all together and told us in a flurry of arms and words that we absolutely must see this place and wouldn't it be great if we were right across the street from her house?!
To shorten this, we looked, we loved, we put down a deposit the same day. The house is built on two lots, with one lot being this huge yard surrounded by large, very trimmed hedges. The landlord is an artist of the amazing kind and very cool. The apartment (which is in Winooski. Five minutes from downtown Burlington) is the entire bottom of the house, with three bedrooms, a basement, a huge kitchen (with a gas stove. I'm a gas stove snob!), amazing woodwork, hard wood floors, a cute bathroom, and a front porch covered in climbing roses. The yard and gardens are full of fancy creatures created by the landlord. It's so dreamy.
So where does the anxiety fit in? Well, it's moving. I'm freaking out and am trying not to have a panic attack (oh, JD, if only GAD had a more permanent solution that didn't require fuzzing the brain...) It's looming over my head like this dark cloud. I should be really excited, and I am. It's just all this change crap!
When we get up there I will no longer be the main breadwinner and will change my career from massage queen to stay-at-home queen. This makes me a little nervous. I need things to do, hours to fill. As I write that sentence it makes me realize just how OCD I can be. Change is good. Burlington is a great place to be and I will be fine. It will be really, really good to play mommy all day long. All I need to do to stay sane is plan time to exercise (a.k.a karate training) and have moments to myself. I actually pictured myself painting again, something I haven't done since Griffy was born. Oh, the possibilities are endless.
Well, that's that. I'm sending out apologies to my D-land friends who haven't seen me note them in a while. I'm sorry!!! I love you and miss the notes...it will happen again. It's good to hear that you are having fun, not going too crazy, and enjoying the summer (and living in a new house). Take care of yourselves my dears...
