We’re moving right now means more than you would imagine. It means we get to be someplace permanent, and it means that God is good. After we sold our house last July, we didn’t find a house to buy within the time frame of us having to be out of our house. So, we rented, where we are today. It’s a modest, nice home. It came partially furnished, which is a good thing if you don’t already have a houseful of furniture. But we did. And its 1400+ SF is nice if you haven’t come from 3200 SF and then 2200 SF and haven’t yet rid yourself of all the things that fit into those square feet of house. As much as I’ve tried to purge, it’s difficult when you don’t know what kind of space you’ll have in your final landing place. Hence, we had household inventory all over the place, including a storage unit. In my frustration of paying for the storage unit and hoping to rid myself of that expense, I have gotten rid of things I now wish I had. I will be happy to be certain of what things to hold on to, and what things to be rid of.

I can't tell you how many trips we've made to Goodwill.

That doesn’t look like junk, does it? I am not a hoarder.

Finding a house in this market last summer wasn’t easy, and it was no more easy this summer. Knowing the task of buying a home and moving, I knew I wanted to make this transition before fall, when I hope to head into full time employment. My enthusiasm and diligent realtor who fed me the real estate market faithfully, wasn’t producing the right house in the right place at the right price.

So, like a couple of friends before me, I set out and placed fliers in our neighborhood newspaper boxes, announcing my desire to buy a home by September 1st.

House Wanted Flier

House Wanted flier. I probably didn’t need to mark out the personal information. On a good day of posting, it may have created an avalanche of inquiries I’d have to turn away!

A couple of weeks went by without any response. And then one night, within fifteen minutes, I received three calls. The next morning, I received another call. And just last week I received an email. The day after I got the first three calls, I looked at three houses. All were contenders, which was amazing considering how many houses I’d looked at that weren’t quite fitting the bill. I made an offer on one of them. And that is the house we’re buying, and that is the house that will hold our lovely things. We’ll get to sleep in our own beds (well, kind of, but I won’t go into that), use measuring spoons (I know they’re someplace in the attic, and I have refused to buy them, knowing I own them!), and when a holiday approaches, I won’t have to run to the storage unit and hunt for decorations.

Last summer I was a little discouraged (to say the least) that we would be living in a temporary placement during Bridgette’s senior year. Yet there were many good things about the little rental we’ve been in. The proximity of it to the high school is a gift in itself. Our new house isn’t much further.

I love the back yard.

Backyard in bloom.

Backyard in bloom.

I thought I would die without a garbage disposal, but I figured out life without one. It has a great fence for our dogs. There’s no AC, but we’re surviving the heat and the compassion from the landlord during this summer’s heat wave softens the hardship. The back yard has an awesome basketball hoop and court. We lived with carpet in the kitchen for most of our stay, which disgusted me to think of the things growing in it. The flowers that bloomed in the early summer were spectacular. I didn’t like having to hand water the lawn, but I figured out a system that expedited the process. I love the two back patios, one being off of my bedroom. There are many things about this house that were an adjustment. But for every thing to which we had to adjust, there was something else special we loved; namely in the yard portion of the house, if you didn’t get that already.

August 22nd is the big move weekend. I’ll miss the back yard, but we’ve got a new one, and there are plenty of things on the inside of the house that I’ll get to enjoy; AC being one of them.

Starting, again. Starting this blog again, and as I write those words I am reminded, that I’m always starting again. Maybe that’s what this blog is about. How to start again, where ever you are. That’s the point, really, not to stop starting!

So, hello. It’s been a long time desire to write a book, and thus far I haven’t figured that out, so I decided I’d write a blog. I’ve started and stopped on and off for over a year. I’ve been writing another blog, but it’s anonymous. In it I shared a lot of raw details about grief and frustrations. I thought aloud about how to handle situations. Sometimes it was with my ex husband, his family, or parenting my two children who needed way more than I felt I could give. Grief after a hard divorce is hard to expose publicly. Unlike other tragic losses where we share in the grief, the loss of a family through divorce is harder for the world to feel with you. It points fingers and in our case was ugly and tragic. It’s uncomfortable for others to watch, so it can be lonely. While I wanted to share the raw truth, knowing there were others out there who would relate, I couldn’t bring myself to expose my children, and when it came down to it, my ex-husband and his family. It would have made for a lot of discomfort on all sides. I often tell my children not to let someone elses behavior dictate your behavior. In other words, regardless of how you’ve been treated, keep in mind who you are, and who you want to be. I wanted to live that out for my children, and myself. It all just felt too uncomfortable for who I want to be.

Now I am here, on JoniFrances, getting to talk to my heart’s content, without a real understanding of an objective or a style. But if I wait for all the pieces to come together, the wait will prevent me from action. So, I’m starting again. The imperfections and learning curve will probably be slow, but hopefully the process will evolve into something meaningful. And if the most meaningful thing I can do is to create an outlet for my emotions that keeps my home a place of relative peace, I have succeeded at least on that level! The degree of specificity will depend on the degree to which I will affect others. I hope I can manage transparency and consideration so that there will be healing for everyone. And all for the small fee of $99 on WordPress! I may indulge in an upgrade and customized webpage once the cash flow is better after moving into our new home.

Writing, crying, talking, and Jesus have been my therapy. Like a love song Taylor Swift writes for herself, this blog is my love song. It could sting a little, but with a little sting I hope comes a lot of fun and love and healing, and like a Taylor Swift song, I hope you can relate and sing along with me.