…taken by the wind

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I am covered in paint. You would think only two colors wouldn’t be that messy, but it took me an hour to clean up and I am still digging paint out of my nails.

Lately I have been obsessed with birds. Well, it’s been since I started skydiving that the obsession started, but now if it’s an owl or a bird…I am trying to figure out a logical reason to take it home.
Now that I am designing a new place, I wanted to make sure that the birds had a spot in my new life. I found a picture in World Mart that looked something like this and I took a picture of it so I can reproduce it. The cost of the canvas to have this as one picture would have been too much money so I decided to break it up into 3 pictures. It cost me 10 bucks for the canvases and 2 bucks for the paint. The one in World Mart was 88.

Now I am debating paint color for the walls. I was hell bent on this blue paint, but now I am thinking a soft creme color would go better with the rugs and couches.
Yes, I decided to go with rugs instead of dark carpet. Cost and drama has put my grand plan on hold until everyone is a bit calmer about changes.

I gave my 30 day notice yesterday so there is no turning back now. I’m still a bit freaked out. The girls start school the 4 days before the move and I am uncertain on how to pull it all off. I’m not worried about the packing because in the last couple of years I have gotten pretty good at packing up other people’s shit and my own and getting it into a tight space. What I am worried most about is those quiet moments I cherish. Not feeling like I have to talk or entertain someone. Those days when leaving out the coffee cup and lounging in my PJ’s is all I want to do. Not having anyone ask me to drive somewhere or asking if I want to go anywhere. I don’t want to feel guilty for just wanting to be left alone. It’s amazing how 3 glorious years of being single can alter ones DNA when it comes to freedom of being alone.
I know I shouldn’t be freaking out too much, I am in love with a man who values the same things. He has his shop he can play in and I will have my stu-stu-studio.

This is a whole new chapter in my book of life and I will get through this if I can remember to breath, know I am loved and not worry so much about it. I worry though.