I keep getting signs that I need to incorporate writing more into my life. I love to write. I guess that's why I'm (trying to) writing a novel. I haven't typed anything in a few weeks but I've got a notebook full of chapters. I feel like my creativity gets lost when I'm staring at the computer screen. The words flow better when I'm sitting on the couch curled up in a ball with a notebook and pen in my hand. Of course I have my mp3 player blasting at a near deafening tone but I can't focus any other way.
We looked at that apartment I was telling you guys about the other day. It actually was bigger than I thought it was going to be. We'll have to sell most of our furniture and really go through our stuff and get rid of anything we absolutely do not need. That's okay though, I'm ready for a fresh start. Even though it's only an apartment and not the house I expected to have by this age, I'm looking at this whole moving thing as a new beginning. I need a change desperately. I'm done with all the negative people that have brought me down, I'm letting go of all the hate, anger and sadness I have towards certain people, forgiving people even if their not sorry, and doing more things that make me happy. I let myself get into a major rut and I'm ready to climb out and start fresh. We're meeting with the guy tomorrow to give him all the paperwork. So keep your fingers crossed that he won't burst into hysterics when he see's our pathetic income and not approve us. I'm thinking I should show him my savings account to ease the laughter a bit? Ha! That's not big either, but it shows we're responsible. It will be a bit tough until one of us finds something better but I hate spending money so I think we'll be okay. I think it will be a good thing.
I did a bit of packing today. It was a sad day because I started packing up my scrapbooking area. *Boo*. After two boxes I stopped because I was getting overwhelmed. I didn't realize how much stuff I had. I don't even know if I can part with any of it. Maybe some paper and stickers but when it comes to all the "stuff" that brings back memories absolutely not. I'm far too sentimental. The desk and shelves we can sell, but my memorabilia is coming with me.
When my husband was cleaning the attic a few months ago he threw away a box of stuff that I had labeled "Memories! Do not throw away." I'd understand if it was a cardboard box but this was one of those plastic drawers. I was devastated because that box held a lot of fun memories It stored handwritten letters and memorabilia from some of the people I kept in touch with when I went to Ireland in 2000. It had at least three stories that I had written when I was younger, a notebook full of stuff and I think it had my high school yearbook in it, I can't find it for the life of me. Even thinking about it is making me sad. I honestly don't think he did it on purpose, he just had his man brain on. You all know the man brain? The one where they get in the zone and just do things without thinking….. I didn't even notice it until a few weeks later so I couldn't even go through the trash. My stuff was long gone. Once he realized what he'd done, he went and grabbed me a coffee. LOL. I love coffee and will take that over flowers or jewelry any day of the week but that coffee wasn't bringing my stuff back. Men, at least my husband anyway, don't seem to be as sentimental as women. He was ready to throw away some pictures his mother gave him of when he was baby! Thank goodness I noticed them in the trash.
Anyways, that's all I've got. I have like, 800 blog posts that I need to catch up on reading and I need to fit in some writing time. I don't think I'm going to bed tonight. Anyone want to bring me coffee? Have a fantastic weekend!