I began my thirty-second year with a bang. I spent the night bar hopping with a group of friends, and the next morning sharing a slightly hungover brunch with them.
I began seeing someone new, and - shortly after - cut a toxic former flame from my life.
I treated myself to a relaxing week in Cape Cod, and came as close to finding inner peace as I'll probably ever get.
It's had its dark moments, but so far thirty-two has been promising. Ever a cynic, I'm hesitant to use the word "hope" but I've felt something akin to it recently. I've allowed myself to wishfully think, a huge step forward given the serious self-loathing I've suffocated myself with for the past six months.
Last I posted, Bobby and I were renovating our new house together. It was October, and I was 31. The leaves were just starting to turn and fall. The landscape was changing, and apparently, so was I.
It wasn't planned but it also wasn't spontaneous. I'd been dissatisfied for a long time, restless and contemplating if there was a different path forward for me. After nearly a decade together, the nature of our relationship had shifted to something I wasn't comfortable continuing.
And so I moved out. I left behind my best friend, my new house, my dog, and life as I knew it.
There are mornings that I have to talk myself out of bed. Most days, I struggle to get by without hating myself too much. I try to convince myself that I'm not a horrible person. I close my eyes at night and feel fear and self-doubt.
There was a period of time where I seriously considered suicide. I'm past that now, but it left scars that I doubt will ever fully heal.
Physically, I'm 25 pounds lighter than I was in October. Emotionally, I feel as though I'm wading in the ocean with bricks strapped to my feet.
I saw a therapist who asked me what I hoped to gain by leaving. What goals do I have that I didn't think would be fulfilled if I stayed? What do I want my life to be?
I told her I had no idea; I just knew it was time to go. She said it was okay to not know, and that validation from her, a total stranger, brought me to tears. It made me feel almost human again.
The silver lining, if there is one, is that I've learned who my real friends are. The cliche is true - when shit hits the fan, people either turn on you or they'll show up in ways you couldn't imagine.
When I deep-down believed that nobody could possibly love me, co-workers drove through the night just to sit with me. My mother jumped on a plane without thinking and put her life on hold so that I knew I wasn't alone.
On the flipside, I haven't heard from my father and brother at all. People who I'd considered close friends either told me outright that they didn't agree with my life choices, or disappeared without saying a word. It's been inexplicably painful, but, on the bright side, I suppose life has a way of taking out the trash for you.
In three days, I'll celebrate my 32nd birthday. Celebrate. It's something I haven't done much of lately. I haven't felt that I deserve to be happy, but my friends have convinced me that I am, in fact, worthy of a party.
So I'll spend this birthday with the small handful of people who genuinely care about me no matter what decisions I've made. That, in and of itself, is worth celebrating.
The kitchen demo is officially underway! Our contractor, Hugh, and his crew began tearing the ceiling, walls and floors apart on Thursday.
Hubby swung by to discuss lighting options for the ceiling with Hugh, and took some photos of the progress.
The kitchen ceiling was originally a textured eyesore that reminded us of the Golden Girls' house at Shady Pines. It was unusually low as well, and gave the room a cramped feeling.
We were hopeful that there was something beneath the plaster might be presentable if exposed. Hubby took a hammer to the ceiling on his first visit after closing, and was happy to see wooden beams.
Phase one of the ceiling demo was to get rid of the plaster. What a difference!
Phase 2 was to bring the ceiling down to studs. Next on the to-do list is removing the nails from the beams and deciding on the best lighting option.
We like the look of these lights but it remains to be seen if this sort of thing is achievable with the type of ceiling we have:
We're heading to the house this afternoon to work on removing the nails and steaming away the wallpaper in the dining room. Although we have Hugh and his team for the structural work and most of the heavy lifting, we're eager to jump in and do whatever we can ourselves (partly to keep costs lower but mainly because we love this stuff).
So it looks like our weekends are booked until the end of the year! That's a little scary to think about, but, in the end, it's a small sacrifice to make to have something that's completely ours.
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