Another day of making a house… a home. Today my good friend Arthur came over from Arlington and helped move the rest of the stuff we couldn’t get last weekend when Tim and Elizabeth were here. It’s again great to have helpful friends. Coming from a woman whose used to last time she moved her brother and even that was two truck beds from a 3 bedroom duplex. Anytime prior she was packing clothes and moving.
In my divorce, I left my ex husband with all but my clothes. In the relationship after, I got rid of all I had.. but my clothes. And it was a vicious cycle. And then I started over. I got my own place again. I got all new furniture. I built from a closet of clothes up. Swearing I would NEVER start over! And after 2+ years on my own.. I am not. We are combining our things. Looking at what makes sense of my things to keep and his things to keep and getting rid of the rest. Is this what reality, real love, real life feels like?? We aren’t being one or the other!! Well, unless it’s our underwear… Maybe?!?!? His don’t give me a wedgie… JK! But seriously we are sharing stuff as far as a household and it’s great but scary because at nearing 40. Finally, someone is sharing a house, A HOME! With me and making it feel like one. ❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️ He Truly is an amazing man.