Here's a toast!

Exhausted. That word encapsulates my feelings this evening. I am on the verge of moving our happy little apartment to a happy little house. Well, big house really. I’ve found a single mother roommate! She’ll have the upstairs, we’ll take over the basement! Actually, she’ll have it all and graciously share it with us, as she owns it. My little family will just be intruding into her so called current life for the next year as I save money for college. Sounds interesting, eh? I’m excited and nervous. Excited to have someone around to share life with; joys, hardships, goals, tears, and so on. Nervous that another person will be able to gaze into my sometimes chaotic life. That thought makes me feel vulnerable to say the least. However I believe that feeling to be essential for this new direction in my life. Avoiding others, isolating myself, soaking in my own loneliness and depression…well, I believe these things should become a thing of the past. I’ve been trained to stuff my own feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Something has always tried to tell me that in doing this I’ve not been true to myself. I’ve been ready to believe that for some time now. Here is progress. I’m taking a step. I’m on my way to partake in a setting where communication, trust, commitment, and honesty will be vital to the survival of all participants.
For some time now the highlight of my week has been Thursday evenings when a saved seller lists all their new merchandise on Ebay and I get to scope out all the goodies I’d like to snipe! Perhaps soon I’ll have much more personal and authentic experiences to look forward to throughout the week. So, tip up your glass and offer a “cheers!” Here’s to shamelessly allowing another to witness the tantrums of my ten year-old, my lack of motivation to fold laundry, my poor organization, and the reality of the mess of my every day life!