It's hard to know where to begin. The feeling I've gotten for the last few days as I think about blogging for the first time is like the feelig I got whenever I opened a new journal. That newness and all that blank space kind of makes me nervous.
I thought today would be a great day to start. Today is our four month anniversary. It's been a crazy, wild ride the last few months. It's hard to believe that I've been up here for over 7 months. I still feel unsettled in our little duplex. There's little storage space and less room to actually move around in. I have a few choice names for where we're living, but it'll work for now. :)
I have gotten pretty creative on how to store things, but I'm ready for a home. My own home, that I can put pictures everywhere if I want. Or if I decide to paint one day, I can. Most importantly though, I could have a cat again. Along with missing my parents, I'd say that's the hardest thing for me, is not having an animal. For the past 8 years, Milo's been there all the time. Cat hair everywhere; his crazy bursts of energy; his meowing. It's quiet when I get home and weird not to have something to talk to when Allen's not around. A pet just makes it feel more like a home.
I can definitely say that our duplex has made me realize how much I can't wait to move out in to the country. We have some crazy neighbors who have a very unfriendly german shepherd, and their kids like to drive their snowmobiles all over their lawn. Yes. It's August and they're driving their snowmobiles. The neighbor that shares the other half of the duplex decided to plug in to our electricity for a month. It's been an adventure and I can't wait until the closest neighbor is far enough away that I can't seem them from my window.
Allen stills shakes his head at me. When we first started talking, he said that he'd never live in town and I said I'd never live on a farm. I liked having neighbors close by. He still says, especially after living in Glenwood for awhile now, that he'd never live in town permanently, and now all I can think about is moving somewhere with lots of space.
I asked him last night where he saw us in a year. He said that he'd love to be in a house and possibly trying for kids. The house didn't surprise me, because that's our main goal right now, but the kids thing threw me for a loop. Then of course he chimed in that we weren't 'getting any younger.' Men. :)
Some days it amazes me about our marriage. We've known each other for 6 1/2 years and I swear some days I feel like I have no idea who this strange person is. He knows how completely anal I am about some things, but he does them anyway. One particular case in point is leaving the used toilet paper rolls on the floor. It's nothing major, just irritates me sometimes. I'm by no means perfect and do some weird things.
I did feel like I had a triumphant moment this last weekend. Our place doesn't have a washer or dryer, so every week it's either to the laundromat or if I'm going home, I pack up the car and do them at my parents. Well I'm tired of waiting at the laundromat for two hours to wash and dry clothes, and spending at least $20 a week. So last Friday I insisted that I was dropping the laundry off and then running to town to make an indoor clothesline. The only open space we have is in our bedroom. So Friday he came home from work and I made him string it up. It looked crazy and like a trapline for gnomes or something. I hung the clothes up and needless to say we slept with clothes hanging around and over our bed.
We woke up Saturday morning and the first thing he says is, 'this isn't working.' So he planned for awhile and off to Fleet Farm we went to get building materials. Needless to say, I have a half done clothesline constructed on my lawn, because Saturday night the flu I'd had the week before, hit him good.
Back to work for me!
