First, I'd like to apologize for the unexplained absence of posts here. Things got very exciting for a little bit as I planned for, purchased, and moved into a tiny camper trailer - my very first home! *fanfare*
Now that things are settling back into a routine, however, I'd like to get back to writing regularly. It's a bit like an itch that I can't scratch when I'm up to my elbows in small home repairs and the fun that is the Worldly Possession Two-Step (sort and store or discard). But to ease back into things, I'll give you guys a bit of an update on how things are looking on my end.
I adopted a new kitten a couple months ago. His name is Pippin and he's a troublemaker, but I love him. He had a broken leg when I brought him home, but he healed nicely and is now romping with the other cats just like it never happened at all. (My older cat, Ivy, does not appreciate being "romped" when she is busy looking regal in the window.)
I am in the process of sorting, selling, discarding, and storing most of my worldly possessions. I brought a lot of stuff with me when I moved out of the house down south and came up to be closer to my family, but storing it all in cardboard boxes where rodents could get to them was supposed to be a temporary thing. Three years later, I'm ready to put an end to that.
As mentioned earlier, I found, bought, brought home, and am now setting up a tiny camper trailer for me to live in. This will give me a little more independence and privacy than I had before. Ivy is coming with me, and she seems to enjoy checking all the nooks and crannies of our new home.
Once most of my stuff is out of the way, I will be working on repurposing the old tool shed out back into a studio for my non-internet pastimes, like sewing, writing letters, reading, and practicing my guitar. I have a ways to go on that, since it's not insulated or even sealed, but I'm looking forward to having that space.
As you can see, over the last couple of months, I've suddenly gotten traction in a lot of areas I hadn't even been aware were at a standstill. This feels a bit like flexing muscles I hadn't known had atrophied, and finding that it doesn't take a lot of work to start strengthening them. I've got a bit of momentum now, and provided I keep it moving, I think this will chug right along, just as if I knew what I was doing from the beginning.