*Insert a witty quote here about chaos*
I would love to start this post with an apology about falling off the face of the earth for a few months, but I’m at the point in my life where I really DGAF. Summer was chaos defined. I didn’t know it was possible to be so busy and crazy. I think I will break this post into like four different update sections just to get everyone up to speed on what’s been going down since the beginning of June.
Alright a quick June break down:
The first weekend of June I spent a whirlwind of 48 hours in Las Vegas (yes, again) with my best friend and husband. Shenanigans abound and one epic visit to the Taco Bell on the strip, because taco bell is life. If you disagree, please feel free to leave.
Also in the month of June my husband and I decided to redo the floors in our house. A project we dreamed about for years finally became a reality- but also became about 20 mini-projects in itself. Here we are, October, and we STILL don’t have flooring in our downstairs. More on that later.
July: Aka my glorious birth month.
The beginning of July was our 6 year wedding anniversary on July 1st. Hubs has a great video of me crying during Harry Potter, maybe full of a little too much wine, after our anniversary dinner. My husband also re-tiled our bathroom floor as an anniversary present. It. looks. amazing.
My birthday is July 16th. I drank way too much vodka. I spent three days in pain. I guess that’s what you get for being 28 and thinking you have the body and liver of a 21 year old. News flash: you don’t.
This is where the whirlwind truly begins. The weekend after my birthday I flew to Seattle to attend a good friend’s wedding. Such a beautiful wedding, such a beautiful venue, such a beautiful place. I haven’t been to Seattle in nearly 10 years and this was the first visit that it wasn’t raining. I am truly a Pacific Northwest girl. That area makes me happier than anywhere in the world I think.
I got the last weekend of July to just chill out at my place….
Ahhhh sh*t August:
The first weekend of August I spent at a Bachelorette party in San Diego once again being reminded that my liver is that of a 28 year old and not a 21 year old. I ate a boat load of sea food and enough bagel and lox to sink a ship. I also got to visit with one of my dearest friends from undergrad (the one I traveled to South America with Senior year!!) for the first time in far too long. It felt like we hadn’t spent any time apart. I love times like that.
The weekend after that my husband I hopped in my car with Game of Thrones on tape and my pug and drove home to Southern Oregon. I should probably give you a little background here: both my grandparents currently live in intensive care homes. My Papa had multiple strokes while I was living in China. It was about that time that my family found out that my Grandma’s dementia was far, far worse than we ever imagined. My grandparents have been married for 56 years (Husband and I share a wedding anniversary with them). Seeing them apart has been one of the hardest experiences of my life. I’ll definitely discuss this in another post at another time.
My Papa’s care home was honoring him with a Lifetime achievement award and people from every part of his life came to surprise him. I was overwhelmed with the amount of people my Papa has touched in his life. I am so deeply honored to be his granddaughter. This man was bigger than life, a hard worker, and a man that gave my sister and I the best tough love. Most importantly, to me at least, I was able to tell my Papa thank you for giving me Harry Potter when I was ten.
After the Oregon visit, I felt so empty. My heart hurt knowing that this could’ve potentially been the last time I saw my grandparents together. That finality sent me in a bit of a spiral.
So along comes September:
The floors FINALLY became a reality. At least, kind of. So I live in a superrrr tiny house. A super tiny old house. Our horrifically carpeted floors were in need of a make over, so we went full out and re did our floors. Except our downstairs floor was too sloped to get laminate put in, so we’ve spent nearly a month without flooring (or a fridge) in our down stairs. This Wednesday we get vinyl put in the kitchen and we are still waiting on the carpet to arrive. My body is ready.
I spent most of September trying to find an outlet, often in the bottom of a wine bottle or just laying on my couch. I really did not feel like me. I felt empty. I felt sad. Everything I did seemed hopeless. My normal happy go lucky self was…..missing. I wasn’t doing the things I love like running or reading. In fact, I think this entire summer I only finished two books. TWO. YEAH. Not like me at all.
So, without further anything, here is my TBR for October. Full of horror. Full of terror. Full of everything I love:
Interview With The Vampire: Anne Rice
Night in the Lonesome October: Richard Laymon
Confederates in The Attic: Tony Horowitz
Carrie: Stephen King
Heart Shaped Box: Joe Hill
Crawlers: John Shirley
The Walking Dead: Volume 1
So there we go, October, I’m ready for you.