I’ve been incredibly anxious for the past few months. Biting my nails down to the quick, overeating unhealthy food, craving chocolate and power-watching Sci-fi shows on my Kindle, and generally not sleeping. I don’t know if its the change or I think honestly, its the waiting that is slowly wearing me down. I made the decision, now I need to act on it. I stopped missing him about two days after he left, and frankly, I kinda don’t feel any different that when we were together. He wasn’t ever really there for me, in ways that counted. Sad to say after 8 years.

I will miss the daily interaction with my co-workers the most and the true friends that I have made here — they will be getting visits from me, that much I know.

I feel like I have been waiting for this fresh start for ages, and when I step out of the house on Saturday morning, and pack up the dog, the rest of my clothes, and the coffee-maker, I will be stepping into a new life. And that is an amazing thing.

And that step will not be into -12 degree weather.

 


I’ve been spending a crazy amount of time attempting to recover from a flu-allergy-crazy virus, in which it did not decrease my craving for chocolate, but I have had a headache slightly smaller than the state of Alaska.

I’ve been attempting to recover in-between bouts of throwing snowballs for my dog. He attempts to chase down every snowflake that I send sailing into the backyard. It is a strangely gratifying pastime, especially since he sometimes losing the snowball, spends a good five minutes rooting about in the unending blanket of white that is Vermont, looking all the while like “it was just here, wasn’t it?”

My dog also has become a Russian Instagram star. I’m not sure why those in Russia love him, but he gets more likes than I will ever get.

The Gumby

He sleeps with his paws in the air. It can be rather unnerving.

 


Went home a few weekends ago to take a tour and grab some photos. I must say, I was a little overwhelmed. But if I label these the before pictures, then the after will look so good… right?

frontside

The frontside of the little shack of horrors.

The uh, kitchen. Which will be gutted. Note the attractive subflooring.

The uh, kitchen. Which will be gutted. Note the attractive subflooring.

livingroomfun

This bathrooom needs a sledgehammer and a dumpster. Love the untouched bar of soap mocking me.

This bathrooom needs a sledgehammer and a dumpster. Love the untouched bar of soap mocking me.

The basement horde. We aren't quite sure why its lined with plastic sheeting. I'm sure we'll find out.

The basement horde. We aren’t quite sure why its lined with plastic sheeting. I’m sure we’ll find out.

 

The roof may be the first thing that needs to be fixed!

The roof may be the first thing that needs to be fixed!

The back door. Just a bit dusty

The back door. Just a bit dusty

The bedroom has a unique built in feature. Going to be fun figuring out what to do with it..

The bedroom has a unique built in feature. Going to be fun figuring out what to do with it..

 

 

 


I’m a woman of action, I hate waiting. Have always been known for my lack of patience. This weekend I’m spending in Vermont to tie up a few loose ends (changing accounts, etc) and meeting up with some of my friends here. But I really really want to be shoveling out all of the crap that is located in the shack and taking photos. According to my sister, my brother-in-law is already removing trees and stuff from the property.

He stopped here to grab some things and my dog refused to even get off the couch to greet him. How can he know? How can he no longer thing of him as an owner? Dogs just know, I guess. Humans take longer to acclimate to the situation.