A Place To Call Home!
My, how life changes in a week!
I moved in with my boyfriend this weekend… after dating him for over 15 months. Sunday was officially moving day, and thankfully not a thing was broken. Today, I woke up, and felt relieved. Living out of my knapsack for over a year has not been a treat, and due to the fact that I have spent most of my time here and not at home, I felt very scattered and uprooted — until this morning.
A project is breathing down my neck, but I just couldn’t get into doing my work today. Not with boxes and furniture and crap all over the place… so I did what most women would do — organize!! Phew. I just got done, and now I’m feeling at home. I have Diana Krall playing on the cd player, my desk is all in order, and the last of the laundry drying from the dusty moving truck left-overs. My world is glowing again! 
Now, because I just *had* to clean up and put things away, I have to work until all hours tonight to catch up on the tasks barely started and due tomorrow. Oh, did I forget to mention, I also have a massage therapy appointment tomorrow afternoon, and I have to visit another client downtown tomorrow as well. Tick, tick, tick, tick… Crap! I’d better get started on this darn paying work, or I’ll be shot on Wednesday. Ack. I hate being a procrastinator. Okay, I’ll start the work right away — just as soon as I go and eat dinner first.
Goodnight all! Thanks for visiting…
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