I hated leaving everything up in the air about my move, but all of the reasons I was moving out of town were resolved with my daughter and granddaughters childcare, and it made me reevaluate staying in my little hometown. I love it here. Sure, it’s not the richest part of the world but it’s homey and everyone knows everyone and I actually like that about small towns. As it turns out, my daughter will be moving back to this area in the near future. I can’t wait to be closer to them when that happens.
But I am moving. In fact, I’ve been packing (slowly because of my back injuries). I just got a new apartment (apartment8a) a mile away that has 2 more bedrooms than I have here, an extra bathroom, a dining room (albeit a tiny one) and an outdoor storage room. I hope to start moving in by the end of this month. I’ve been battling some health issues or I should say A health issue which I’ll address in another post, so I’m not overdoing it at all. Even if it means paying rent at both places for a month or two. Slow and steady is my only gear right now.
I can’t wait to start setting up my new apartment. I love that I’ll have the space for a home office now. And even though it’s less than a half a mile from everything in town I frequent, it’s in a quiet shaded spot. It’s perfect.
Lots of photos coming soon. I have a few DIY projects planned. I’ve recruited the help of a family member who is crafty to help me design and make a garden wall for my kitchen. She is having surgery when I move so it may be after the holidays or even the new year before we can tackle that. Everything else, I might be able to pull off by myself as long as I don’t have to lift anything heavy.
I’m excited about my new chapter. Later babes.