Goodwill is going to get a nice big donation from me tonight. I finally finished going through my closet and actually was able to reduce almost 1/2 of my space usage. I totally deserve a prize for that. The key you may ask? Getting rid of any clothes I purchased in the 1990's or that I bought on impulse and still had the DI tags hanging from them. It's a good rule of thumb. Oh yeah, that and those piles of jeans that I have been hoping to fit back into for the last 5 years. I have some curves (or bulges or jiggles) and I accept them and the bigger jeans they require me to wear. I have found peace.
If I'm being completely honest I am totally excited about John moving in, but also a little freaked out. I'm going to be living with a boy again. Living with just me and my small unobtrusive little dog has been so wonderful. I won't lie, I love living alone more than I ever thought I would. John is wonderful, don't get me wrong, I love him dearly, but his snoring, stinky socks and the like will take some getting used to on a daily basis. As I'm sure my long brown hair all over the bathroom, expired food in the fridge, girly movie tendencies and finicky sleeping habits will take some getting used to for him as well.
It's a journey and a path I am more than excited to head down with this man. Once we get all of that boy stuff moved in, and it starts feeling like "our house" not "my house" I will be nothing but happy, I'm absolutely sure of it. Really, it's a good thing, too much time on my own lead to really bad habits, like reality TV and Nutella binges, hence those larger sized jeans.
Welcome home John.
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